People are so talented. Greedy. Pointless. Fuckers, mainly. But every so often they are free and Talented.

The artist is exceptional. The expression divine and beyond common sense.

The light across the screen, forever in the making and seconds in consuming and what does it mean?

It will stay with you.

In your brain — for reason or none.

The green light. The sound. The poetry.

The delightful simplicity of capturing a rainbow.

This simple act is joy itself.

The planet gives us this magic and it is an immense pleasure to witness light itself. We are so lucky for consciousness — do the animals appreciate a rainbow?

I can hear the charcoal on the paper, the rubbing of the crayon.

I can see where the camera is and the willingness to stay in a shot.

Ones I would have given up on.

And I love this — I go places that I wouldn’t normally go and I am so grateful for that.

What does she feel in that net getting wet — is she happy?

Did they travel far for this shot — did it sacrifice the technology? Was it dreamed? Was it planned and where in life is there time for imagery for the sake of imagery?

I always wanted to capture a rainbow through the hose — I am so glad someone did.

I can feel the time spent in the making and the questions about worth being pushed through in every single frame.

Does it have value — more value than so many other celebrated pursuits for sure.

What were the feelings when naked skin from kin touches for a scene?

What are we being told?

What holds you — a shot too long or long enough to start your mind — take a look.

A proper look — we have the time. Look.

Manufactured to be real, to be simple.

As the documenting of a place, a people and a land gets through the censors we see so clearly how brutal man is.

How much damage this sapien fire ant does to every single thing it touches — if it chooses to.

Who gave them the earth to sell, to talk, to destroy?

Who gave them this power?

How is being a human in this world legal?

The sins are so great that I know there is no god. There is no retribution.

Dominion is the alien invasion.

Destruction of life support in the name of life for one and death for all else — not just that with blood, but also the water, the soil, the air — literally every single thing.

Why does this disease infect so many?

Does it infect the head or the heart? Or both — and is it this disease, this virus of destruction that makes the human the most feared on the planet?

The soft skin and weak body somehow makes all suffer — if they choose to.

If infected.

And then there’s the great nothing for the sake of something — a dial towards insanity — just enough to disorientate for pleasure.

Was money changed and was it worth it?

I see waste, I just see waste.

Our lives are all so very exactly the same but markedly different.

The act of looking for the sake of looking and creating for the sake of it is everywhere.

Another thing to consume and toss away. Throw it out.

Or take it seriously. Why not.

Create regardless of the cost but only for the leisure; for the feeling of disgust in others.  Seeking it and drinking it.

A created space made from pixels that don’t exist outside of electrical pulses turning on and off driven by turbines kept cool by water being consumed for a dream. Our ideas are getting quite expensive — someone pays the price. Once free and now our ideas set the world far away on fire in blindness, destruction.  Fun tho. Am I right?

Yeah you’re killing it. At least you’re killing something.

Is that the goal?

Living out the fantasy of the soon to be dead.

Was it worth it? I hope you had fun. I hope you all had fun. Friendships intact.

For the sake of it. Just for the sake of it.

Whatever the flying emoji that is — take it. Take it and go.

How much water was used to generate for the sake of it? Did I just wash my already washed cup out with a portion more or less?

Can you waste nothing when it starts and ends with zero return, a slight negative sum?

“It kills you,” I say. “I don’t care”, is the reply, “I want to kiss it on the lips.”

I wish I could start again and create the deepest ode to naivety, to not knowing. A collage of just good enough. I can smell the sweat from here. I can taste the dust and burnt complex carbon in my mouth. The hope before the sale.

Breath in the fire and smoke. Dance towards an early grave. There’s nothing worth living for after a while anyhoo.

Just cover my coffin in clingwrap polyester single use fun.

So I can spend more time in the simplicity of rainbows.

People do the most extraordinary things.

Lara van Raay is a documentarian, trainer and impact producer. She has spent over 25 years in the media working for channels like National Geographic, ABC and MBC in Dubai. She has her own boutique production company called Small World Documentaries.