Lost on Lent

I admit, without shame, that I am a Lost junkie. Hooked on the infinitely looped, multiply time-lined, deeply mythologized, preposterously plotted, literary-referencing, duality-themed TV show since it first showed the numbers 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, I intend to spend Lent watching the show's first five seasons all the way to this season’s episodes with my siblings who have long since contracted the bug from me. I don’t know, but maybe it will turn out more like a form of penitence and not self-indulgence.

(photo courtesy of Michael Myers)