All these years later and I'm still finding new layers to the most brilliant single season of television ever created.
"Why should I live in history? Fuck, I don't want to know anything anymore. This is a world where nothing is solved.
You know, Someone once told me time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve ever done or will do, we’re gonna do over and over and over again.
And that little boy and that little girl, they’re gonna be in that room again, and again, and again, forever."
- Rust Cohle, True Detective
Everytime you rewatch to not just appreciate this work of art for what it was understood to be in real time time, but more so with hindsight for the mere fact its on a level of such coveted company, no modern contemporary compares enough to share a stage with - you initiate the reigniton of cyclical suffering.
You brought the boogie man back to watch him fall. You want to feel whatever justice can be salvaged for those who suffered. But what else have you done? The suffering endured and transcended is now in rremission.
The suffering resets. Replays. The little boy and girl are back in that room. The Saturn Returns. You came back to rewatch. And you rewound the spiral. Who's the Big Bad now?
The blood is on your hands now. The victims were free and beyond their pain, plight, and lot. And you pressed play and brought them back to endure it all again once more. Which makes you what? A Fellow King.














