Crown roast of meat. Easter Sunday Coronation Jubilee. Weighted diamonds and heavy jewels. Gold melted down to form large doors and windowpanes. Opulence of royalty. Bittersweet memories of pop and circumstance and revolution. Bayonets seen from the windows. France, England, the ancient Mayans. Royalty Conference 1734. Scrolls and quills. Chocolate and wine. Golden goblets. Boat casualties. Ship on fire. Going to war. Bathing in winter. Disease. The camera does its best to harken back to times we could have never known except for journal entries and books. Immersive record keeping to see who really wore the crown and what they did with it. Why they killed for it. Hamlet 100 times over. Graveyards and tombs of kings. May they rest. Or never rest, depending on your politics. Crown brands and stickers and stamps. King, Queen, Prince, and Princess. One follows the sun, the other the moon. Going about life like a planetary dance. Avante-garde performance peace that gets too real in the end. Bass graves. Buried alive. Whole courts. Joseph Campbell lecture tells this story. I’ve listened to it a million times. Searching out, wringing out damp cloths of history to see what’s left. Secrets uncovered. Secrets laid to rest. A symbol for soldiers.