Oh dear! I have become hopelessly devoted to the show Lost. I recently blazed through Season 2 in a vain attempt to catch up to real time. Thanks to Zach, I have the resources and inspiration to quench my thirst for more Dharma Initiative, more mysterious hatches, and more Others.
Way back in December, Zach, a good man and a better friend, introduced me to Lost. I had heard of the hubbub surrounding the show, but just dismissed it back when it premiered in 2004. I was far too busy and enamored with characters like Greg House, Michael Scott, and Gabrielle Solis. But. alas, my eyes were opened and my attention captured from the moment Oceanic flight 815 crashed on the island.
I'm not sure why I am so attracted to the show. I think perhaps the turns, twists, connections, and mystery surrounding everything is it. Each connection that is made through flashbacks taps into some part me that just craves more. I have to know why. Why were these people, all connected to each other by a mere six degrees of separation or less, why are they on the island together? It exploits the notion of fate, and destiny, which I myself am not sure actually exists. I want to know why the island has eradicated Rose's cancer and causes Locke's leg to heal at a superhuman rate. Why are there polar bears? What is the smoke monster? Who are the others? It does not seem trivial who is allowed to live and who dies. The island is alive. It is like some sort of destiny maker. Once a character has come to terms with some conflict, some fear, or some character flaw, their purpose has been served, their life ended. What type of justice is that? Perhaps it is part of something bigger. The island is all a part of something bigger. I love this type of speculation and I can't wait to find more answers, and uncover more mysteries. Lost is my newest obsession. Let's see where it leads me.
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