3.17.2025

I was not prepared for the emotional overload of the final episode of Lost. And I'm not really interested in writing about TV or reading writing about TV so I'll try to keep this interesting for both of us. 

I've had the show on at night while I do other stuff since I got to Canada. To be responsible I put the French subtitles on: les disparus. 

I never watched it when it originally aired. I was busy on weeknights, working in bars, going to bars, playing shows in bars or practicing for shows in bars. Network television was one of those parallel realities I was aware of but had no connection to.

A girlfriend I liked a lot was a big fan and she was rapturous about how it ended. I respected her opinions about art but things ended badly so I probably took it off my mental watchlist after that.

And I have problems with the show’s creator, J.J. Abrams, okay? His treatment of Star Trek was contemptuous and repulsive. But I see why he got the respect he did with this show. And I just learned he made the show Fringe too but I avoided it for a long time because people used to tell me I looked like the star and it's weird staring at someone who looks like you on a screen. Eventually I watched it anyway and enjoyed it.

Lost was often manipulative but I am not above being manipulated to feel things. And I'm sure there's some obvious analogy with my current situation and a story about a bunch of people stuck on a dangerous magical island.

If they explained the polar bear I missed it.

*this week's posts are accompanied by the paintings of Mike Donohoe - more on him and the series in Friday's Weekly Digest. Here's his Bluesky for now: @kane4748.bsky.social