I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately. I’ve never been a huge fan of the genre admittedly, figuring the fictional side of film a lot more interesting.

I think the documentary journey began with watching Quiz Show—a fantastic old Robert Radford film. From there, I started watching related movies that were based on real events before taking the plunge into real events as film.

So, this mainly translates to watching a stupid amount of David Attenborough and Werner Herzog. I’ve also been following the Robin Hill Murders documentary series with Joe Berlinger, which are super interesting. I believe there are 4 films in total, all documenting the conviction of 3 teenagers in relation to the murder of 3 eight year olds supposedly in a Satanist ritual.

There is an ethereal quality to documentaries. There is this one scene in Into The Abyss, where the father completely loses it. It’s human and full of empathy, with more externalities than any movie script could foresee. 

Also, the linked video — no comedian could possibly script this scene. If anyone thought up of it, it would quickly put down. But it’s the incredulous nature of documentaries that rarely produces gold, for some directors more than others. Nathan for You is my new favourite television show.

Tossing and Turning


They say that it takes seven years for every single cell in our bodies to renew itself. In three years time there will not be a piece of me left that he touched and violated and maybe then, with no cells left to remember, my mind will be free too.

This final paragraph is chilling. 

A few specialists are ready to include homo sapiens among endangered species due to wars, terrorism, famine, and environmental degradation

– Rees 2003

Ah. I found the rest of my photos. My hard drive has been misplaced for a number of weeks, and have been too busy to look for it.

Edinburgh and Glasgow I think. :)


I love this EP, everything about it is just fantastic. :)

When I am short on sleep and fatigued, I get super anxious. Everything suddenly becomes a terrifying possibility. The world becomes a swirling hurricane of everything I fear. 

Then it all stops, and I don’t feel so important any more.