And as the full moon gradually approached . . .

02:36:00. As the years rolled on, he found it increasingly difficult to remember how he had come here and, more importantly, why? He was sat on some grass, on the bank of a stream, underneath the shade of a large oak tree. He bit into his sandwich, two think slices of white bread, containing roasted seeds (just pumpkin at the moment), preserved meat and a chick pea paste a friend had given him earlier that week. Sunlight was trickling through the branches and there was a slight, warm breeze blowing through the air. It felt real, but he knew the sun, certainly, was artificial. He was actually in a huge underground cavern but the illusion was incredible, he had to admit. Everything had changed. They had given him new clothes, a new name, they had fed him, explained who they were and, more importantly, why . . . and yet whether he had chosen to remain or whether they had tricked him, fooled him, he couldn't decide. His lunch break over, he wandered back to the 'farm', keen to make a good impression during his first week at work.

02:36:00. So, like I say, most of these pictures are blurred. I think my misguided logic went along these lines: the flash is obtrusive. Don't use the flash. But without the flash, there's not really enough light. Okay, so increase the length of exposure. And, of course, you increase the exposure you have to keep the camera still for longer. Maybe I should have, erm . . . changed the ISO speed, given that I can set this from 50 to 400. Oh, I don't know.

02:36:00. If you've seen this error before, please let me know:
hdb: packet command error: status=0x51 { DriveReady SeekComplete Error }
hdb: packet command error: error=0x50
ATAPI device hdb:
Error: Illegal request -- (Sense key=0x05)
Cannot read medium - incompatible format -- (asc=0x30, ascq=0x02)
The failed "Read Subchannel" packet command was:
"42 02 40 01 00 00 00 00 10 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 "

02:42:06. He wondered what he was doing here, hovering over this planet . . . just a dull, white planet. He was unsure whether he had chosen to be here, whether he had been made to come here or whether he had been made to be believe he had chosen to come here. Ah well, descend, descend. He was vaguely amused to note the presence of some kind of atmosphere. He thought it quaint, as he began penetrating a thick layer of cloud (seemingly covering the entire planet), how once his body would have used some of these gases to oxygenate a fluid that swam through his body, pumped by a single muscle. The cloud started to thin and it dawned on him that this planet was probably nothing but water . . . that was certainly the case on this side of the planet. He sensed life in the air around him, but then passed below the surface of the water and found what he was looking for - an abundance of life.

02:48:02. As a child, my family would often go on holiday to Scotland, to a cottage belonging to a family friend located just outside Langholm. I think it was when I was about seven years old on one of these such holidays that I gained what is now a permanent scar to my forehead. Me, my brother and my two sisters were playing in Langholm, near this river, just kind of throwing rocks at the water and stuff. My brother found this particularly large rock and intended to throw it in my direction but clearly I had to move. I remember my brother telling me to move out of the way. This I did, but not enough. I can't really remember the rock coming towards me . . .

02:48:05. So as the units for energy (Joules) and mass (kilogram) are completely arbitrary and as the speed of light squared is merely a factoring constant in the equation, does it not follow that energy and mass are one of the same? If, at any point, at any velocity, one or both cannot be accounted for then our 'closed' system must be extended. There is clearly something at work that we haven't taken into account.

02:48:07. Cooper and his men approached the house cautiously. After all these years he didn't want anything messed up. For nearly two hours now, the house had been at the centre of a two mile exclusion zone. Nothing had entered. Nothing would leave. The house had been cut-off from the outside world . . . no electricity, no gas, no water, no nothing, and yet Cooper knew it wasn't going to be this simple. He had an odd feeling looking up at that perfectly innocent terraced house and it was probably then that the rumbling started . . . an earthquake? Here? No . . . not an earthquake, not here. "Everyone get back . . . no-one fires 'till I say," as the ground continued to shake and he noticed several of his men stumbling and falling. A crack appeared in the tarmac by his feet. Slate tiles smashed to the ground. And there he was, on the top floor, smiling, waving . . . "Cooper! I'm up here!" just as a chimney stack landed a few feet from Cooper, smashing into its component parts . . . is that a bird's nest? And then he heard it, gunfire, a single round, and then a scream, "I SAID NO . . . " but could barely hear himself, as another tile exploded inches from his left foot. There was no mistaking it . . . the house was very slowly rising, and, as he looked back up, the window where Melchizedek had been a moment ago was now smashed . . . bullet entry point?

14:58:05. Rob turned his culinary hand (is that a normal hand?) to . . . well, a kind of glorified BLT. Rob's version involved no lettuce and no tomato but had the addition of fried onions, cheese, pepper . . . seeds? Upon completion, I found I could only manage half of one of these, so the remaining bun (we had one and a half each, you see) was kept in the fridge. These things are important. P'raps it was after cooking these that we began watching 'Spirited Away'. I'm unsure and yet would come to rely on time so much later on. Ah well.