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Mostly I've been watching true crime documentaries lately, which may go some way to explaining the general sense of pessimism that's been invading my life. They often make for pretty depressing viewing, and sometimes in ways the documentary makers don't necessarily seem to have intended or been aware of. Especially not fun watching as a woman and a queer person, but there's something satisfying about them nonetheless. Probably my favourite is the innocence files, as while there is the awfulness of the time lost, the incredible injustices of their trials and convictions, at least it ends with them getting out.

Maybe I should go watch something animated and cheerful instead.