the twilight zone

having watched about 30 episodes of rod serling's masterpiece series at the intersection of horror, theatre, and science fiction (which many of us like to call speculative fiction) over the past month or so (thanks dvr technology), i've come to the conclusion that serling was one of the greatest genius writers of his time.

it's high time someone started making television like this again, and i don't mean rehashing the series as was done in the 80s. the original 60s series is the only one that's right.

there needs to be a new serling, a new voice pondering what ifs into the night, somewhere at the intersection of sleep and dream, at the intersection of reality and fantasy, at the intersection of day and night ... the twilight zone.

byt called something else and with modern pacing, but not obnoxious like so much modern tv rubbish!

future memories

deja tu is so much friendlier than deja vu. both refer to a sort of futurized memory that is triggered when the scene is relived.

until i met her, i could've sworn i hadn't ever seen her before this day. but something about her hair floating in the breeze, undisturbed by her body, as they shot along their own trajectories, the sound of the bus' brakes ringing through the streets, the smell of warm pads soon to follow, seemed so familiar to me.

i felt horrible for not addressing her as she passed by, letting her walk out into the oncoming cars without greeting, without warning. i thought she knew the lights were out. i had turned just in time to witness the impact.

as her head rolled past, the pale blue eyes staring up at me, i realized that this has not yet happened... it is but a deja tu waiting for a formalism. i fear the day that it does.

the speed of life

i'm traveling through time at exactly 1 sec/sec.

sometimes i lose track of the meter, and it seems i'm moving faster of slower than that. i haven't yet learned to master steady timeflow. this will take more meditation.