How it is now
May. 13th, 2025 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annavereI was gonna hide this post entirely. Then I decided I'll just hide it with a cut tag, since it's about my emotional state, as regards tv, and that way it can be skipped as needed.
So I had known about the end of Clara Oswald's story for years, I knew what 'Face the Raven' would consist of (more or less), and finally reached it this evening. Part of me was dreading it, as I loved Clara and her relationship with Twelve, and as I wondered how I would fare.
But I had no reaction whatsoever to Danny's demise in the previous season and so I also wondered if maybe I was just going to be permanently numbed. "It's a bullshit television show, what the fuck do they know?" kind of thing.
Well, I cried.
And now I am thinking of all my most favorite shows, and realizing every one of them is going to be like this, because they are all about grief and the human condition. It's the kind of thoughtful storytelling I have always gravitated to, through the lens of impossible concepts and now I'm thinking about Tessa, Tara, Fred. The entire concept of the Red Forest. I'm wondering if I'll lose it when Allison Argent dies, let alone how I will ever be able to sit through 'The Body.'
I'm wondering if watching these stories will only bring pain, or if they'll tell me things I need to hear.
So I had known about the end of Clara Oswald's story for years, I knew what 'Face the Raven' would consist of (more or less), and finally reached it this evening. Part of me was dreading it, as I loved Clara and her relationship with Twelve, and as I wondered how I would fare.
But I had no reaction whatsoever to Danny's demise in the previous season and so I also wondered if maybe I was just going to be permanently numbed. "It's a bullshit television show, what the fuck do they know?" kind of thing.
Well, I cried.
And now I am thinking of all my most favorite shows, and realizing every one of them is going to be like this, because they are all about grief and the human condition. It's the kind of thoughtful storytelling I have always gravitated to, through the lens of impossible concepts and now I'm thinking about Tessa, Tara, Fred. The entire concept of the Red Forest. I'm wondering if I'll lose it when Allison Argent dies, let alone how I will ever be able to sit through 'The Body.'
I'm wondering if watching these stories will only bring pain, or if they'll tell me things I need to hear.
