The End Is Nigh

I would like to believe that the end of LOST is ultimately the end of serialized TV in general (copycats like Heroes and Flashforward don't seem to have that pull factor for me). Spending almost six years theorizing, speculating, rewatching through the flashbacks, flashforwards, finding constants, seeking variables, jumping back and forth through the years and back again, it is time to be rewarded with the 4,815,162342 questions that are still pending to be answered. OK, maybe not that many. But from the get go of the first episode in this final installment, it's clear that this is the season of answers. 18 episodes more and that is that. Concluding one week before my birthday, I hope it would be a solid, satisfying end, if not a brain-twisting one. LOST is a mythologically rich piece jampacked with great character studies, where the themes of good versus evil, science and faith flows through the central vein. A drama not confined to one specific genre, where each episode focuses on specific threads to weave a piece of abstract fiction - this is clearly TV at its top form. It has been said that LOST is too deep for the casual viewers. My nonchalant reply is: Confusing meh? (*Apple and the Apple products are registered trademarks of Apple Inc. Montage by Madally Wurlpiz, 2010)

On A Treble Note

Late-night ruminations brought me into suspension, threw me off line and back to the cleft I once preside. There are troubling sections that are curtained from view (not hiding the fact that they might be characterizing a block of runes, but what do I know?), so further analyses depend on the introspective slants of my mental ingenuity, if indeed I am lavished with one, which I doubt. Keeper of the past shall remain in the whittling vacuity, but its hard to dispose such role; yet to leer pass beyond the unfolding pool of events will only make me look daft even if the desired intention are within scopes of reasons. Let’s not delay this progress; let’s not fill this cavity with fear. I have plenty of sensible wits to enrich the state of existence, luxuriating with thoughts of good hope and savoring them with the present acquirement (as if). Going with the flow shall be the motto to follow, but the guiding light will never be out of sight, hypothetically speaking. The catalyst of change is the constant ambition that exists in one's attitude to make tomorrow better than what was today. To surmise, the smears in former times are just life's happenings too sombre for this farce. But move along I must. Fast. Without fuss. And while the going gets tougher, I am harboring the thoughts of preserving the many startling moments I terribly adore. Especially those that involve you, Baby.

Our three parts story continues right where we left off. But let's stay in the middle a little longer, OK?

Inscription

Thereupon the chapter begins, yet I returned to gather the vestiges. This is the ideal time to re-engage and recollect the fleeting moments that floated by with the inscription of pains and smiles. The path leads to here; a path plainly laid, both easy and treacherous. This year’s Favlist (a personal list of the best in arts, lits and infotainment) is relatively shorter than the previous, with 20 categories instead of 33. This is a concise list to an otherwise eclectic selection; an overall approach than a detailed one. It was a year where these eyes saw things through a micro lens. It's a year where most things are condensed and everything comes in lovely bytes and glitters, yet none picayunish to be shared with among allies. To reiterate, it was simple and nothing that exceeds the upkeep. Hence it was a pretty good year to conclude a decade, so to speak. Up next are explorations of self on a new level beyond my fathomless imagination. Otherwise, promotion is due, and my creative sense is developing an urge to harvest on greener pastures. The day is ahead, a time will come. Wish me luck if you still believe in wishes.

And so I conquer this slumberland, for this life is but a dream. Time to define what needs to be defined.

Seventy-Seventh

And What's Next?

Day One of 2010. Log Number 77. This is the teaser of things to come.