We are held captive to Reality. We cannot escape it. It blares from the radio and screams from the television set. Imagination is slaughtered under nonsense and pop stars, the grapevines of gossip that twist us until we burst. We want to know, and we don’t want to know. And when we want escape, to forget this dismal world that breaks our backs, we do not want to tune in to the lives of the rich and famous or those that simply annoy the hell out of us. We want to let the fiction in, be Touch, cruise the Alcatraz, love the Grimm and Once Upon A Time.
Alas, The 4400. I knew them so well, loving the details and the crisis of their lives. Our future, our fate fell into their hands, and their humanity was beauty. But innocence was deadly, threatening to break this world apart, and their story’s end came on swift wings but with red ribbons, tying together an unforgettable series while other shows had no such finale like Angel, X-Files, or The Event. And you, Alcatraz cannot hold a candle to them, but you still shine like a brilliant beacon across the void of time. And like a moth to the flame, I am drawn in especially by the LOST atmosphere and music. “Is that you, Elias? No, it’s me, Ben,” a creepy character that now reflects through Emerson Hauser, whose bad side you don’t want to get on. All those secrets that he keeps are honey for the bees, and we’re buzzing for answers, desiring for more.
And we will be in Touch. How intricate are our lives, symmetry in perfection for we are all connected, but do we connect the dots? We have been the Sliders cruising the Fringe, and we have danced The Triangle dance. We have seen the future, and now we know the past, Terra Nova, and we have come Flash Forward. But it is here, now, where life begins, vibrating with fate along the electrical wires. Are you listening? Make the call. Connect for we are one, and lives are waiting to be known, to be saved. And a hero begins, rising from where all other Heroes have gone, Smallville, but this story has just begun, a young boy, whose presence holds this world in his Touch.
And it is time to say farewell to the vampires. They have kissed us eternal, gripped us in True Blood, and carried us across the pages of The Vampire Diaries. We hunger as they thirst of Being Human, but the sun has set over Moonlight. We are held captive in Twilight and dipped in the Supernatural, but no more angels or demons to contend with. The nights now belong to the Grimm, and we follow in the footsteps of legend, monsters wanted. Turn the page. Know the world Once Upon A time, and let the fairytales in. Believe like we once believed, a child’s dream, and we will live again, wrapped in fiction and finally free from the prison of Reality.
