True Detective

The day before I escaped England and reached good old Crete, I spent the entire day watching the first series of True Detective. I had already sorted my packing a day previous, and it was a good decision.
Having spent a day in that world gave sure as hell gave me something to think about on the four hour flight over.

I really enjoyed the vague hints of eldritch horror and the existential pondering of Rust. The cinematography, was pretty excellent too, showing the gigantic American south, populated with the skeleton of industry and destruction of previous hurricanes.

It was great, that's why I drew this picture.