I’ve started reading - On Photography, by Susan Sontag. First off - one thing that surprised me is that there aren’t any photos in the book. The first chapter has been really interesting about the first photography taken. It’s something that I’ve noticed a lot travelling - that tourists all have cameras, taking pictures of every single moment; yet they’re not really looking at what’s around them. Ok - I take quite a few pics, but I tend to leave my camera in its bag most of the time.

Just finished The End of Mr Y by Scarlett Thomas. Not the most cohesive of reads, but reasonably easy to read. Dips in and out of existentialism, in an understandable form, unlike trying to read Being and Nothingness by Sartre - which requires a dictionary and headache tablets.