Remember a TV show called Lost? It was semi-gnarly for the first eight or something episodes. And then it was like … total shite, and of course meaningless. I never saw a narrative so pointlessly meandering, and I’ve sat through Fellini’s 8½ (1963).
By the second season I wish the plane that crash-landed in the pilot episode would have blown into smithereens. Utter pish. I still to this day don’t know how it ended.
The thing jumped the shark and all that.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 
