time swings by, delirium, faces transport themselves across the film like minor players, i don't know what happened to the ending, it feels like the director just couldn't think of an ending and let everything just descend into chaos, i look to revelation where chaos makes sense. the non believers must be crazy if they can't see what's going down. crazy or part of the problem. 

my submarine plunges deep below the surface, full fathom. i'm with the octopus, for here even the alien environment makes more sense. i wonder how much hate there is in the world of man but the conundrum tires me. in fact i feel exhausted today, yet there is much to do, 200 thousand leagues under the sea. that's a lot of mermaids.