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Sorry about my radio silence during the last few days. I've been feeling... emotional. Unfocused. Adrift. Angry at nothing in particular. Days passing by without me quite knowing what the hell I did (Bond, The Prestige, chatting, two Maigret books, a book on the history of architecture, random miscellanea... I have no idea what else.)

I hate -hatehatehatehate- feeling and being like this.

OTOH, that's probably a reasonable emotional frame to approach Dexter from.

They are deconstructing Dexter. It's not only Rudy's doing, although he has been the main player - it's interesting to note that Dexter's relationship with Rita, via the shrink visits and, pun not intended, climaxing with they having sex, has made Dexter much more... human.

Which in the code of the series means vulnerable. Dexter is no longer the well-centered, deliberate (if sometimes forced to improvise) craftsman. He's running around stumbling over clues, almost but not quite hearing what he should hear, falling (his physical language has changed so much in the latest episodes, it'd make a great analytical vid), getting angry, feeling. Missing phone calls are the media's hallmark of being the struggling hero about to be almost defeated.

Now what? That's the question. I've been struggling to write Dexter, stalling because he's not the same person that he was in the first episode, nor he is the same person that he will be at the end of the next. He's in a transitional form.

If this were any other show, I'd have a general idea about where this is going. But Dexter has based itself on messing with metatextual moral assumptions, and while I can think of a number of things that could happen, I'm not sure what the universe will allow to happen.



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Dec. 12th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC)
So, the intro of the post made me want to hug you.

Then you said, "OTOH, that's probably a reasonable emotional frame to approach Dexter from.", and I laughed with recognition, and I *really* wanted to hug you for a different reason. :)
Dec. 12th, 2006 02:45 pm (UTC)
*Two* hugs? FTW!
Dec. 12th, 2006 04:46 am (UTC)
Yeah, I second Ruby here. Love you, Marcelo, crazy boy that you are.
Dec. 12th, 2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
Love you too.
Dec. 12th, 2006 06:05 am (UTC)
*points up* What those two said.
Dec. 12th, 2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
*g* Thanks!
Dec. 12th, 2006 06:07 am (UTC)
I hate the experience of having my motivation dashed to smaller pieces and then thrust in all directions of the universe.

Or, that's the best way I can describe it. Makes it hard to ask for help because you can't even find the words to describe how miserable you are, or why.

I hope you've got one foot out of it at this point, if you aren't already beyond oblivion.
Dec. 12th, 2006 02:47 pm (UTC)
*nods* Thanks so much.

It comes and goes. Right now it's going, I guess. You know how it is.
Dec. 12th, 2006 06:19 am (UTC)
eisley's trolley wood

imogen heap's hide & seek

(If this is completely unwarranted, let me know and I shall leave ye alone. If this is helpful, I can always throw more things your way. Clever you should never feel so sad.)
Dec. 12th, 2006 02:47 pm (UTC)
Weee! Thanks *so* much. This made my day!
Dec. 12th, 2006 03:07 pm (UTC)
If the first one fails to cheer you up, Imogen Heap will likely reflect the mood. Sometimes just listening to something confirming when you're down makes it easier to tackle because it helps you feel that it's real and that someone else has felt the same at some point.

I'm being gibberishy.

I shall endevour to spam you with good music more often.
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cass, can you not

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