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Looking at myself, I have no reason to exist.

But when have I ever needed a reason for anything?

That's my general attitude to any meaningless discovery or thought.

I'm sort of emotionally detached when it comes to strangers in movies.

Boring ones.

The ones with no backstory, even just a horde of extras.

Spoiler coming up.....like you care.

The boy in the striped pyjamas, my only thought in that death scene was how much I loved the closeups of the guy in the gasmask.

There was some emotion, mainly because others were reacting, and I seem to mimic how others are feeling......unwillingly.

The emotion was secondary, the brilliant closeups as he dropped the crystals which would emit the deadly fumes into the chamber was primary.

Voices.

It's all down to the voices.

I just wanted home alone to end.

An alternate ending where they duct tape him and leave would have been joy.