Chasing a symbol that looks like a lopsided Y, perhaps like a tree branch with one side blunted, or an antler with one of the points snipped off. The branching lines indicate a metaphor of some kind, and I spend a while investigating what the symbol is supposed mean for the Damanhur setting where I am. I determine, looking at eggs that bounce onto a platform I can see, that it has a specific connection to the word “l’uovi”, eggs.
I’m engaged in an important protection task. I’m searching for a sound that compulsively controls minds. I realize, eventually, that I already have it contained in my backpack — my own protective insulation keeps me from noticing it also prevented me from remembering or noticing. The closest word is zucchero, “sugar” in Italian. It’s problematic to try to tell people about (and get help securing it) because the more it’s mentioned the louder the sound gets. I see in people’s eyes when the sound starts getting to them, which is frightfully fast.