“can we watch something happy now?”

i’m six years old. my parents are out of the house. my brother is playing littlebigplanet in the living room with his friend eason. it’s bedtime, and i’m trying to sleep. but i can’t. i’m afraid. i don’t know what of, the dark maybe. i get out of bed and walk into my parents bedroom - something i did when i couldn’t sleep - hoping to find the comfort that comes from lying in…

there is a scene near the end of this four hour behemoth of a documentary that shows, simply, the inside of a room where patients sleep. something we’ve seen countless times at this point in the film. above the beds, some of which housing more than one person, sits a window, too high to see properly out of. the only view of the outside, partially blocked by the building that stands next to the asylum. we then cut to a…

gonna be a really long ramble here.

i remember i was in my high school band class when i first saw the original 4chan backrooms post. i thought it was awesome i mean it’s the backrooms man, the simplicity of it was truly perfect i feel like i don’t need to explain myself too hard. anyway, then the whole scp foundation type lore bible thing developed and i quite quickly lost interest in the concept. the conversation around it felt…