Another great show ends. Fringe ended tonight. I am watching the final hour as a write this. The beauty of the show was its willingness to look beyond the pale in an almost syberpunk-esque tribute to the x-files and the notion that technology serves as but a gateway to our greater understanding of the elemental forces of reality. The show bent time, space, and dimension to bring us the story of a man who love his boy so much that he was willing to break the multiverse to get him back. He did break it, breaking his fragile mental state in the process and leading to a series of weird events that ended in the invasion of our reality by evolved beings from the future.
I don’t know how it ends, but I know I have enjoyed the ride. I possess only a handful of really great shows. Oz, The Wire, Babylon 5, BSG, X-Files, Fringe. Perhaps others fall into place among the six, but right now these are what spring to mind as the purest examples of shows that play across seasons in a way that is deeply linked and enjoyable.
Television is an important part of my life. More than an escape it is a lens through which I see stories. Stories are everything to me. Sometimes I wish I could just sit and tell stories the way I used to. I have no idea why it is so much harder now, but perhaps the key is to do more of it and shed the burden of perfection in the doing.