Everything seems more intense here - people, places.

My insides have been doing nasty lurches ever since beginning Blake's 7 season 2 yesterday. It's suddenly started looking like it's going to turn dark. And this is a show that has two massacres, attempted rape, sadism and child molestation within the first 60 minutes of episode 1. I can suddenly see, with uncomfortable clarity, how the rest of the season is going to pan out.

To be honest, even though other things have probably happened too, this is the only thing that comes to mind.

I've added more poems to the journal:

Let Me Die a Youngman's Death - Roger mcGough
La Figlia Che Piange - T.S. Eliot
Everyone Sang - Siegfried Sassoon
Cargoes - John Masefield
Sea Fever - John Masefield
Ozxymandias of Egypt - Shelley
Sonnet 138 - Shakespeare

That takes me up to about 42 pages. I've got onto poems I used to love a long time ago, more popular ones too. I'm starting to worry that, when you look at them all side to side, certain themes, ideas and styles keep reappearing. I think I have put too much of myself into it.