I don't know whose side I'm on. Maybe that makes sense.

Last night, trying to fall asleep, I watched Never On Sunday.  It was a Greek movie, and a very good one.  It kept my eyes open and my ears were regularly jumped by the Greek guitar.  The problem, as I saw it, was that a very idealistic and modern American loved the great beauty of ancient Greece, and, after a barfight, decided that a prostitute in the bar was the very corrupt beauty that was fallen Greece.  In a later scene, when Homer and Illia are fighting, she throws a globe at him and he throws a book past her head.  I liked that scene.

This woman, Illia, loved the Greek Tragedies, whatever they are.  I'm not terribly educated, but I have read Medea and it was clear to me that there was no happy ending.  Illia describes her as being very "sweet, but with a temper" and explains that everyone talks bad about her, calling her a witch.  Homer, as an audience to Illia telling the tale, almost loses it.  He had been warned, though, not to correct her.  Instead, he set out to try to reform her.  That is sort of how the book and the globe came into her apartment.  He, though, made a deal with No Face, a compromise to an end Homer saw as noble, for which he sacrificed credibility.  See the movie.

After that Look Back in Anger came on and I fell asleep by the end of that movie.  In my dreams, I was in a big theatre.  It was not a theatre though, it was court.  All sorts of things happened, and it was chaos.  I tried listening for my name, but it was like being in a stadium.  I spoke briefly to a woman who had three slips of paper.  She took my information and then disappeared.  If I could do anything at that point, I would undo what was.  Only in dreams do I have this power.  I don't know what I was arrested for, but it was probably narcotics.  In my dream, I didn't have any.  I hadn't had any.  I was just the man they wanted.