And when I say “lost time,” it has nothing to do with the obsession I previously had for the TV show called LOST. It also has absolutely nothing to do with a previous post called Lost Time, which was about a work boo-boo I got passing through the die-cast machining department at ASCO in 2007. This is about “Where did the day go?” and “Second time’s a charm.”
Today is Wednesday, and that means a new episode of Shrinking on Apple TV+. I watched it while eating lunch, and when the show and my sandwich were finished, I scrolled around looking for something else to watch. I landed on Your Friends & Neighbors. There is a new season starting on Friday, and I thought maybe I should give it a second try.
I had started watching the show last year when it first premiered, and I only got partway into the first episode. The start grabbed me, the protagonist’s backstory was well plotted, and I kind of dig a show with voiceover. But when John Hamm started rifling through a friend’s house, poking at stuff, I bailed; it just seemed too creepy.
You know the whole alien abduction thing, right? Usually, explicit memories of the abduction experience will not be present, and the abductee will only realize they have experienced “missing time” upon checking a timepiece. That’s kinda what happened to me; I started rewatching episode one, and the next thing I knew, it was dark outside, and I had watched all nine episodes.
And just like my experience watching Deadloch a couple weeks ago, there were spots that I’d swear I’d known the line before it was said or a scene felt very familiar. Either I’ve seen so many clips on talk shows with all the main characters on their publicity tours, or I have a very strange type of dementia. The only other option is that I have watched Arrival so many times that I have learned the heptapod language, and like Amy Adams’s character, time is no longer linear for me.
