It seems like an entirely other world ago now. When the wait between new episodes could be not just weeks but months away. There was no “binging” a series on a regular basis. And streaming television was still yet to come.
I was in a different place also. Still reeling from a divorce. Wrestling with the worst symptoms of manic depression. Alone. Confused. And, well… lost. Looking for a purpose, as John Locke was.
There had never been a television series like Lost. And there never will be again, ever. At least, there never can be for me.
The medium has changed too drastically. Viewer expectations have become too impatient. The audience demands definitive answers, when once upon a time such a thing as “exercise for the reader” was a treasured virtue. To be sure, some series – such as The Walking Dead and Game Of Thrones – followed ...
