The wait is almost over. The final season of Lost is about to begin. I don't think I have ever been so excited, so desperate to get going and yet so scared of what might happen...well, not since the run up to Rose, anyway. Suppose they blow it? They could blow it. It's not, you know, technically impossible. And there's no way it ends happy. Well - no way it remains art and ends happy. Is it Dark Tower all the way, baby (not finished yet but nearly there now)? Or will we return to linear, corporeal life? I'm genuinely scared. This means so much to me. But I'm gritting my teeth. Excelsior!
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