The problem with being a fan of time travel shows is the eve present temptation to reimagine one's own life
to look for the single point intervention that would have changed everything
somehow.
... and then it's half past two in the morning and everything is depressing.
Because the options are
there was an off ramp and you failed to take it
or there never was any way out.
and, on the whole, sod that.
It's no bloody use living life looking backwards
and yet that's the only view we actually get.
... view of the inside of our own skull either way, but you know what I mean.
This is why I don't ship Steve/Bucky, leap of logic though that seems:
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Random speculation about fictional characters is way less depressing than pondering the puppeteer's limits on one's own life.
There's some point in reviewing the past and looking for mistakes or missed opportunities. But only if anything vaguely like that could ever come again.
Stuff you'd really actually need a time machine for is no use to anyone.
... so why do I keep watching it...?
to look for the single point intervention that would have changed everything
somehow.
... and then it's half past two in the morning and everything is depressing.
Because the options are
there was an off ramp and you failed to take it
or there never was any way out.
and, on the whole, sod that.
It's no bloody use living life looking backwards
and yet that's the only view we actually get.
... view of the inside of our own skull either way, but you know what I mean.
This is why I don't ship Steve/Bucky, leap of logic though that seems:
( Read more... )
Random speculation about fictional characters is way less depressing than pondering the puppeteer's limits on one's own life.
There's some point in reviewing the past and looking for mistakes or missed opportunities. But only if anything vaguely like that could ever come again.
Stuff you'd really actually need a time machine for is no use to anyone.
... so why do I keep watching it...?