I watched the last episode of Ashes to Ashes last night.
I am very sad. Sadder than I ought to be maybe it's just that I'll miss watching it for the first time ...
but I feel grief for Gene Hunt – a fictional character – but his disappointment in those who should have been there for him, his grief at the loss of the opportunity to live the life he’d been given - these things resonant – a treatise on the human condition.
Life and our perpetual quest to make sense of it – the meaninglessness and meaningfulness of Gene’s afterlife parallels our own – our sense of reality, what we believe to be true is no less potent and no less able to shape our experience than Gene’s.
It is a lesson I keep trying to learn.
(Also – seriously – Alex couldn’t stay with him?)