I am wrong.

And there followed hail and fire mingled with blood…

That night, I slept sadly beneath cold, distant stars, pondering upon the cold, distant God in whose hands the fate of Davidstown rested.

Was he really there?

Had he been there once, but now departed?

The Judge of All The Earth

Shall not the Judge of all the Earth do right?

- Genesis Chapter 18, Verse 25

Sally: It’s a Titjuana Bible … a little eight-page porno comic they did in the ’30s and the ’40s. They did ‘em about newspaper funnies characters like Blondie even real people like Mae West. This one’s about me.

Laurie: About…? Oh, God! Mother, this is just gross! Somebody sent you this?

Sally: Sure. Listen, those things are valuable, like antiques. Eight buck an’ up. I think it’s kinda flattering.

Laurie: Flattering…?

Sally: Being reminded that people used to slobber over me? Sure, flattering, why not? Laurie, I’m 65. Everyday the future looks a bit darker. But the past, even the grimy part of it … well, it just keeps getting brighter all the time.

Absent Friends

And I’m up while the dawn is breaking,
even though my heart is aching.
I should be drinking a toast to absent friends
instead of these comedians.

- Elvis Costello 

At Midnight, All The Agents…

At midnight, all the agents and superhuman crew,
go out and round up everyone who
knows more than they do.

- Bob Dylan 

Rorchach’s Journal. October 16th, 1985.

42nd Street: women’s breasts draped across every billboard, every display littering the sidewalk.

Was offered Swedish love and French love … but not American love.

American love; like Coke in green glass bottles … they don’t make it anymore.

Thought about Moloch’s story on way to cemetery. Could all be lies. Could all be part of revenge scheme, planned during his decade behind bars.

But if true, then what? Puzzling reference to an island. Also, to Dr. Manhattan. Might he be at risk in some way?

So many questions. Never mind. Answers soon.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there’s life.