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30 November, 2012

Everything ends

Everything comes to an end, eventually, even time and the universe according to some physicists.

Life goes on they say. It's true. There is a circle of life, of events, an inexorable passage of time where things are not meant to last.

How long of course it depends on perception, time as we all know is relative, thanks Albert.

Lives end, loves are lost, matter transforms. There's little that's immutable.

I could talk about some deep philosophical matters right here right now.
But I'm not. I'm gonna talk about triviality and daily life and daily routines.

I love television. Almost as much as I love books. Although very few television programs touch me deeply because it's hard to make a connection, with actors you've seen in other stuff, and with something you watch weekly. But I've had a few. ER without a doubt was my first, when Dr. Green fell ill and eventually died of cancer it was like it was somebody I knew. The West Wing was another incredible show that when it ended I knew there was a void that would be difficult to fill. The Wire I loved but because each series was a contained story it didn't feel too bad.

Books there's been plenty. Lord of the Rings. Baxter's Xelee sequence or the Manifold trilogy or pretty much every series he's wrote. Single volume novels also, Hundred years of solitude, Eleven minutes, and so many others, when I read I get into the story, if the book is really good I get into it fully and completely. I love books and I love reading, always have, since I was a little kid, since I remember me being myself I've always had my head buried in books. That will never go away and nothing will ever change my relationship with books.

Television is different, it's more immediate, there's faces, real people, body language, great acting. And it takes you there quicker. Sometimes in an episode, sometimes in a film or even a documentary or news, but when we say television, we mean serialised TV.

And Friday Night Lights is up there for me. I can't explain it. I think perhaps it's the tone of the whole thing. Maybe it's the storylines or the acting or the characters. It could be the seemingly accurate portrayal of midland America. Maybe it's the whole thing.

I don't know. I think there is a wistfulness that it resonates with what I currently feel, the theme of lost opportunities buy with a tenuous semblance of hope that just keeps you going, a kind of understated minimal optimism that somehow things will work out, even if you don't know how or simple because they have to. Or you have to believe they have to to carry on.

Whatever it is I'm going to miss it. It's going to leave a hole in my life. I'm going to watch its last episode now, it's been great.


Anonymous said...

My feelings exactly!
Cá ja acabou há imenso tempo. Não sei porque terminou mas não me parece nada bem...


P said...

your feelings about what?
sentes o mesmo que eu quando vias esta serie?? e isso que queres dizer?

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