My day was consumed yesterday by my burning need to watch Tuesday’s episode of Lost. As I was walking around Somerville, Cambridge, and Arlington impatiently searching for an internet connection strong enough and reliable enough on which to watch this episode, I realized how similar this urge is to the desperate urges of a junkie. Television shows are a drug. They can create addictive behavior. I don’t like it.
On the other hand, vibrant stories have been respected methods of entertainment throughout human history. Story-telling is an ancient folk art, and whether it is oral, written, video, musical, or visually artistic, it’s all basically the same thing. So in that way, I feel good about my five-year Lost habit. It’s an intricate, captivating story.
But Lost ends in seventeen days, forever. I am glad of that. It will give me more time and energy for more productive and social pursuits. I look forward to celebrating the end of this era in my life.