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Lately I’ve tried to be more outgoing in order to take better care of the auld psyche and develop vital skills for what …
I talk about talking, then I talk about school, before finally talking about talking a bit more. Talky talk talk. What a strange sounding word...
I’ve just made what should be the final edit on my feature length screenplay.
I talk about finishing my film and what I learned along the way. Four minute read.
Diary from my afternoon in the cafe. I discuss small coffee cups, wannabe punks and sperm.
I finally wrote something about the election. Look Dad, I’m being topical!
I finally wrote something about the election. Look Dad, I’m being topical!
Taking a break from copious amounts of screenwriting to scatter present thoughts onto a webpage.
Real life diary thing about a trip to Brighton that happened yesterday. Aptly titled.
Have you ever dreamt of a pain backwards? Dreams are strange but recurring ones are just bizarre.
I probably spend around half an hour a day watching Netflix. It’s this great new show that is clearly revolutionising television...
I predict that The Walking Dead will still be on our screens twenty years from now. Here’s why…
None of the thoughts I have can be soundly explained in blog format. I have zero use for the social functions of this website. My life is too good when I'm offline. I'm lucky enough to have amazing people around me so I really don't need a digital cyborg. Unfortunately once I have my degree I'll have to network a lot, but I'll use a more professional website. So this is maybe bye. I don't know, nothing is certain. Just remember to unplug from time to time, it's refreshing.
I've stopped arguing with people or publicly expressing my opinion when it wasn't asked for because I enjoy the size of my ego, it really doesn't need to be any bigger, it works for me.
jeff goldblum stars in the role of a lifetime
A free spirited middle class artist is slowly realising she doesn't contribute anything to the world she inhabits, but folks seem to like her smile so there's that. In the summer she wakes every day a dawn, even on weekends. Especially on weekends. The daylight is somehow quieter, and coffee tastes better when made for one anyway. At the age of nine she saw a ghost in the red glow of kitchen appliance off switches. Later she would tell herself it was all in her mind but it was, in fact, a spectre. You won't find her in space, wires or a large metal box in Nevada. She has enough trouble existing in this world, projecting her self would only cripple her resolve. She will die at age twenty-nine whilst doing the washing up. Tragic for some, the wheels keep turning for most. A man plays a muted piano as she closes her eyes on the kitchen floor.
I just watched a crazy film about apes and ate small bits of salmon.
I think that human consciousness is a tragic evolutionary misstep. I think that nature fabricated an aspect of nature that’s forever separated from it. A creature that by natural law should not exist. I think we are things that labor under the illusion of having a ‘self’, each of us programmed with total assurance that we’re each a somebody. But everybody’s nobody. See, we fabricate meaning in order to deny what we are, so that we can keep on going. Family, god, country, art- these are the materials of our fabrications. We’re uncanny puppets on a lonely planet, in cold space, living and replicating and sending unborn generations into suffering and death because that’s our programming. What I think? The only honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing and march hand-in-hand into extinction. A last sunset. Cosmic midnight.
Rust Cohle, True Detective (via tardisengine)
