In which I cast my thoughts into the abyss.

I’m not the sort of person to seek out film trailers, or keep on top of new releases. When I see a trailer, it is almost always when I am sitting in the cinema to see something different, my hand is rummaging around at the bottom of an already empty popcorn bag, and I’m getting bored of the adverts1. In the case of Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (henceforth referred to as the far simpler, Marcel, or Marcel the Shell) I was watching a fairly fairly mediocre Jim Broadbent film....

I have been thinking a lot about dystopias recently, prompted by a precarious visit to my old smuggling work-in-progress. My aim was to flesh out the world building and establish precisely the kind of dystopia the unfortunate main character lived within. Perhaps inevitably, as I waded into what I hoped to be a sea of multidimensional compelling dystopia, I found a shallow imitation of it. The obvious questions is: what makes a compelling dystopia?...

Writing is hard. Did I ever mention that?

I made progress.

Rewriting long forgotten snapshots of work