I recently stumbled across the movie Sound of Metal.

If you haven’t seen it, do.

Misleading as the title may seem, it’s not about head-banging and delving down into coarse throat singing while hitting high octanes only a cat in distress is capable of doing.

When the Titanic left the Harland & Wollf shipyard in Belfast and entered the choppy Irish sea for the first time on 2, April 1912, Thomas Andrew, the chief naval architect, had no doubt in his mind it would pass its trials and be declared seaworthy. After all, rumours were floating around for months before its arrival in Southampton that it was the ship that was unsinkable.

I recently read an article in the Guardian about a journalist who set himself a challenge of not reading any headlines in the news for a month. The notion of whether it would make him feel better about the world?