I’ve always loved using the phrase “All Alone In the Night” as a title, a bit ironic considering my enemies in Hollywood, but screw it, why should I change. I’m feeling very cozy now, I watched more anime today, although ironically there are so many possibilities opening up (I subscribed to Hidive in addition to Crunchyroll, for instance, and bought the first DVD of Love Hina) I haven’t had time to get back to Black Clover. That’s the one, though, that will be the through-line, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer was several years ago.

The Dark Powers that created me are becoming apparent. Obviously, I’m some kind of alien. Anime represents some kind of transitional state to my own home dimension. The lines of the drawings represent fluctuations in the sphere of Saturn. My inner and outer worlds are crashing together. Yesterday I experienced beauty, today the beauty is in my subconscious, bringing something forward. Something cathartic is going to happen, I’m either going to achieve total success or get killed, and I don’t care which. Humanity is boring. I can barely believe the country I was born in has become this hapless wreckage.