
It’s been a weird couple of days.
Every time I stop doing something my mind goes to evil acts I have seen in movies or read about in books.
It started with the Marco Polo series on Netflix. I realized that I can’t watch betrayal… something about betrayal is too difficult for me to be with.
I wondered if it was that I saw myself in either the traitor or the betrayed, but I don’t think it’s that.
But it dislodged a veritable mound of buried memories of acts in books and other movies.













