In This Shirt by The Irrepressibles plays.
Lacey and Matthew stand in the woods.
“How did we find ourselves here?” asks Matthew. “It’s okay.” he says. “I’ll figure it out.”
2:36
“Matthew why did you kill yourself!?” asks the Illuminati, desperately.
A wealthy upper class white woman collapses to the floor in frustration in her kitchen. She cries. Rocks herself back and forth.
My Tears Are Becoming A Sea by M83 plays.
The woman has been trying desperately to help with “The Chrisis” as it’s humorously called in some very select Illuminati groups. She’s exhausted. What with the election and the wars and all. Even in her elite home…people get tired.
Arrival of the Birds by The Cinematic Orchestra & London Metropolitan Orchestra plays.
And plays.
We see her sitting on the kitchen floor. Huge kitchen. In half-despair.
The song ends.
Dark silence for a moment.
Daylight by David Kushner plays.
0:49
“Oil is poison.” says Matt.
“It is.” says Lacey. “Or is it?”
He laughs and smiles. Looks back at her.
“How could it possibly not be evil!?” he says, laughing.
She furrows her brow, thinks. Closes her eyes, squinting. Thinks. “People need oil.” she says, choosing simplicity.
He covers his face.
“Are we even cousins?” she asks. “You seem so much more Nordic than me.”
He looks at her, moving his hand away quickly. Startled. Thinks.
“We can’t tell anyone.” he says.
“About the oil?” says Lacey.
“What do they know about oil?” he says.
“But is keeping it a secret safe?” says Lacey.
“Safer than this.” he says, spitting a bug out of his mouth.
3:15
“Is that a bird or a-“ says Lacey.
“A what!?” yells Matt.
“It sounds like a rickety old wooden rollercoaster.” says Lacey.
He squints trying to hear it. “Yeah.” He tries to think of the bird they’re hearing. “I’ll send you an email about it!” he says.
Lacey looks sharply down at the ground. Hands on hips. Thinking. “Are we killing the birds?” she says, with genuine worry.
He snickers. Looks at her incredulously. Shakes his head no.
The Swimmer (From “Disconnect”) by Max Richter plays.
“I worry we are.” she says.
He closes his eyes. Sighs. Winces. Thinks with his eyes closed.
“No! Some things can’t be avoided.” he says, finally, looking at her.
And in that forest, feeling trapped, in that moment, Lacey…tries to let it go.
“But it’s still poison anyway?” she says.
“YES.
Makes sense doesn’t it?” he says chipper, showing a toothy smile.
“Then what is evil…and what is death?” asks Lacey, somewhat forlornly.
He thinks. “I’m sorry. I’m being…
Listen…
*Winter Overture followed by Southern Hospitality by Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet plays*
We don’t have much time!” he says, walking up to her and holding her lovingly.
“Why are you holding me like that? You’re going to see me this afternoon.” she says, confusedly.
“Right. Look…it’s poison. See? It’s poison!!” he says.
“Then how does one avoid it?” she says.
“You…prostrate yourself before Christ. Begging for His mercy, daily. …You don’t think I’ve done that, since this whole thing started?” he says.
She backs away from him. Looks up and into his face. Sweetly. “Have you really!?”
“Yeah!” he says, awkwardly.
“REALLY!?” she says.
He laughs. “Yes.”
“Then it’s almost as if we’re in Hell.” she says.
1:05
The song ends.
Full Tense by Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet plays.
He releases her.
“I don’t think God will send us to Hell…for this. It’s evil. But…it’s also survival. You’re right.” says Matt.
0:21
She thinks.
The song ends.
Ghosts of a Future Lost by Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet plays.
“It kind of makes me want to kill myself.” she says.
“Why?” he says.
“Just to avoid defiling my soul.” she says.
1:27
“I can’t!” he suddenly screams. He bends forward. “I CANNOT!!” he screams.
And at that a troop of British soldiers attack at his disposal. Marching forward. Quickly.
“I have to go with them. I have to.” he says.
“Of course.” says Lacey.
“I’ll see you later, right!?” he says.
“You promise?” she says.
“As much as I can.” he says.
“Be wise!” she advises.
1:10 of Meltdown plays…moving forward.
He leaves. Gets on a horse and they proceed onward. Through a forest.
2:11
Lacey stands on a sidewalk and waits for further instruction from God.
A view of Scotia standing. Still. Waiting.
3:23
The song ends.
She’s still standing there waiting.
Lux Aeterna Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet plays.
She looks up into the trees. The Bible taken out of context mocks her. Whence is her help coming from?
“This is absurd!” she says to herself, indignant and British.
“I’m here.” says God.
“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!?!” she yells at Him.
“I never leave.” He says.
She casts a glance of doubt and defiance, as if she’s going to hold Him accountable for eternity if she has to strangle Him with her own bare hands.
3:00
“Nevertheless…all is well!” says God.
“Is it!?” she says, aristocratically.
“Yes!!!” He yells.
“Oh goody. I was getting scared.” she says, relaxing. “So. What next?”
She waits.
“Lemmers is supposed to be here. My Lemos. Lem. Lem Bwillings. Lem…my love is supposed to be here. But I tie him up so he can’t move.
Sorry.” says JFK, as only a voice.
0:41 of Coney Island Low by Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet plays.
A dead Italian man from the last post thinks. Sitting on a bench. On thee Coney Island.
“Looks like fun!” says Lacey to him.
“We were filthy rich!” he says. “My wife and I were RICH.”
Lacey smiles. “Ain’t nothing wrong with clean money.” says Lacey. “And I can’t believe your money was all dirty.”
The song ends.
“Then I can’t feel superior to you in my misery!” he says, bitterly.
“NO! That…is…the evil.” says Lacey.
“She is right!
That is the evil!
The Jainists and the Buddhists and Hindus will tell you that you cannot hold onto your ego inappropriately so.
Yes! I said the Jainists and the Buddhists. Not just the Buddhists. The Jainists.
How? Well…it’s just complicated. …I explain to Bobby but he doesn’t understand. You may not understand either. That’s OK with me!
Sometime I explain it to you. The ego is very complex! I wouldn’t expect you to quickly understand. …If you see, in Jainism, it’s hidden in a great many things. In letting go and understanding love and beauty and honor. The Buddhists like to make it so simple because they are stupid compared to my people.
I didn’t say that! Yes, I did! Sorry, just sayin’! Ha ha ha ha, ha ha.” says JFK.
Good Morning. Goodnight by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
“Nobody.” says Lacey to Hemingway.
“That’s exactly right.” says Hemingway, sadly.
It ends at 1:34
Phantom Thread II by Jonny Greenwood plays.
Later.
“So you read Lacey’s blog. While you were alive.” says Lem.
“I did.” says Matthew.
Lem laughs. “You should talk to JD.”
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