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What a riveting dark film. Good News is a Korean fictionalized satire inspired by the real 1970 hijacking of a Japanese passenger plane by members of the Red Army Faction, who demanded to be flown to Pyongyang.

I woke up from a very detailed dream in which I was working in some kind of engineering lab with other people, building and tweaking humanoid prototypes. My body as I know it here on Earth was lying in a glass container with closed eyes, as if asleep. I was clearly outside my physical body as I know it from this lifetime, and observing it, comparing results with some hieroglyphic notes that I somehow understood. This wasn’t a nightmare, but calm and focused work. I felt a lot of love and attachment for that body. We were testing a new skin and how reacts to environmental stress and pollution. When we’d see little cracks in the skin, we’d fix them right away and they would disappear. 

At some point, I turned my attention to the head and noticed there were a bundle of hairs sticking out from the side of the neck and I asked “Did anyone else see this?”, pointing to the anomaly on the neck and another researcher who in my dream was clearly a cousin of mine working on his own “body-suit body” replied “Yeah everyone did, we just didn’t know how to tell you. We thought you wanted it like that” and I was like “No, not at all, when did that happen, I’ll fix it right away” and proceeded to scribble down some hieroglyphs into a thin-air interactive pad. And the anomaly was fixed and I woke up. 

So now, I’m left with another gazillion questions on the nature of reality. I want to go back to that lab, because for all I know the other colleagues in the lab were also humanoids but I can’t describe what we looked like. I just knew who we were and I recognized the prototype bodies to be the ones from the 5 sense 3d reality we’re currently in.

I have to go back there. But this dream already gave me a ton of information I’ll keep processing in real time. Is it possible that all we all have created ourselves in order to test something? There seems to be some experimental intent behind all existence, indeed. If our bodies here are like vehicles in is some kind of virtual reality, are we continuously working on them and tweaking them to regenerate according to our intent, or is this dream a memory, or a pure hallucination? But why? WHY?

Who the hell are we? What are we doing here? I want to go back to the lab.

Film super captivant et très proche de la réalité. Le film explore les préjugés des policiers à l’égard des survivantes de violences basées sur le genre, ainsi que la démonisation de tout collectif féminin, les trips d’infiltration des policiers et l’amour des mises en scènes et la création de couvertures convaincantes (incluant des pages de sites web anti-datées), la corruption au sein de la police, l’attitude cavalière envers les survivantes et le désir de criminaliser les contacts et groupes de support de toute survivante qui a efficacement réglé un problème en tuant un abuseur.  La policière essaie par tout moyen de trouver une preuve quelconque de complicité incriminant le collectif, mais sa couverture commence à s’estomper… 

en plus, c’est une comédie. C’est drôle par moments. 

https://www.allocine.fr/film/fichefilm_gen_cfilm=326595.html

I’d be lying if I said that I don’t finish my morning dance practice with one of these fitness fusion videos. Very accessible moves, possible to learn as you go. Strongly recommend for mood improvement at any time.

J’ai eu la chance d’enfin voir ce film, et vraiment c’est une surprise agréable. Histoire somme toute assez simple, mais la réalisation et l’interprétation sont extraordinaires. Les Français viennent de mettre la barre assez haute.. du coup. 

Partir un jour by Amélie Bonnin is a French musical comedy (and also a very physical one) and in my opinion one of the best made films this year. I want to see more of this genre. 

what do you tell a three year old? Daddy was murdered due to divisions. This speech totally broke my heart. I’m not religious, but I feel it. 

this is so sad, I don’t think anything will ever be ok after this… I’ve been crying all day since I saw the video from all angles, many many many times. It is now imprinted in my mind forever.

I now know now my life is worth nothing. I know our lives are worth nothing. I know that when someone murders us, our death will be covered up like Iryna’s. Our murderers will be protected by the media, because we’re in hell after all. It is how it is supposed to be. I only I was there to protect her.

So, it is as if it was already done. As if I am already dead. What does it even mean to be alive? Did any of us consent to be here? Maybe we’re already dead, maybe we have escaped this hell. Maybe it is pointless to want to live or die. Maybe we have to first die to understand why we had to be born in the first place. But it still hurts like hell… 

so all I can do is cry

 

What doesn’t leave me is the question, how is it that we are the only species with so much programmed hate and division within our own species? How did we make it so far if our DNA is so corrupted by hate and division? How aren’t we extinct by now? Something is off, because the collective consciousness that I feel pulled in very strongly is defined by a very strong instinct to protect the vulnerable amongst us. 

I don’t know of any other species that succumbs to ideological hate and violence against members of the same species. No other species needs a justice system to keep on keeping on. And interestingly, no other species feels the need to enforce law and order because it is magically self-enforced.

Yes, it is still hell, yes it is a killing field, because you need to kill other species to survive, but killing your own species for nothing is some other level. How did we end up in this special kind of hell where we’re programmed to kill our own species and cover it up, only so it can be perpetuated?

Is it possible that our human-made systems and mainly the justice system are the basis of all divisions and violence? Is it possible that without judges whose main job is to release murderers into the community, that without the law that exists to oppress the vulnerable, without politics, without governments, things will self-regulate and we can return to our original non-corrupt DNA? 

I mean, as things stand, with or without justice, we will be killing one another. It is kill or be killed. To kill or not to be. For no reason at all. Is it possible that the ultimate relief is to die rather than to keep witnessing the senseless killing of our own people, while the state has the monopoly over violence, only to mute our natural killer instinct (look inside, it is in there), while all the violence is only directed at us? 

What if we’re left to just kill it out at will and call it a day once and for all, rather than keep pretending that justice exists?

All this is proof that there is something artificial inserted in our biology. We’re some kind of hybrid and likely not viable to survive as a species. 

 

this art film is screening today at Musée des Beaux Arts along with other Paris avant-garde films. It was censored because the critics had no idea what is going on in there.

La coquille et le clergyman (1927)
Germaine Dulac – 40 min

beautiful footage from Georgia (West Asia), great acting, and a story told without a single spoken word. This movie is on another level.