They do, they just do: once begun, journeys eventually will end. Sometimes far too abruptly, but I don't think that can be said of THE JOURNEY.
After 21 seasons, written over the course of 22.5 years, and culminating in 699 episodes, THE JOURNEY has finally come to its end.
And not even its greatest fans will think it's too soon, I'm sure.
Not even I.
The 21st Season Finale left the Montacruz family reeling from the self-incriminating expose of Logan. Though Logan had realised the devastation that his autobiographical novel would cause for all concerned, it wasn't before Jesse set in motion a blackmail scheme to keep the publisher from printing the novel (similar but not exactly what happened between Avery and Carlton at the beginning of Season 1). The death of the publisher - though caused by his angry wife, who then made her husband's aborted suicide look as if he had followed through on his own after all, but because he was being blackmailed - sent Jesse into guilt overload. Little did he know that his renewed relationship with Den was going to get her pregnant, since he was being harassed
Friday, June 02, 2006
Sunday, September 04, 2005
S1/E1: 'Death of An Old Man'
The hand move toward him with deliberate purpose, a ruddy, wide palm with strong, meaty digits. Eddie knew the hand, and it appeared as a discarded limb acting under its own will. It pressed itself firmly onto his weak 15-year-old chest with a dull thud and drove his shivering body below the surface of the water.
The entire ocean sealed itself over him. The rift created as his body plunged downward filled with unexpected urgency. A hungry thing. Cold, compassionless, as were the cliffs he could make out towering to his right, lined with families of scarecrow-looking palmtrees, unmoved by wind or remorse. The man beamed with satisfaction and gentle pride while holding the boy down. The man and his hand worked in harmony, just another death, one of many he had performed.
Eddie tried not to struggle, but his nostrils had flared at just the wrong moment as he was pushed under and water rushed in as air pockets rushed out. Strangely, he worried about losing a contact lens. Not both. Just one, the right one, because he knew his right eyeball was larger than his left, and he always feared his lens could never secure itself firmly round his cornea. He shut his eyes tight.
In another moment, he had nothing left to worry about, not anymore and never again. Except for everything else.
ii
The entire ocean sealed itself over him. The rift created as his body plunged downward filled with unexpected urgency. A hungry thing. Cold, compassionless, as were the cliffs he could make out towering to his right, lined with families of scarecrow-looking palmtrees, unmoved by wind or remorse. The man beamed with satisfaction and gentle pride while holding the boy down. The man and his hand worked in harmony, just another death, one of many he had performed.
Eddie tried not to struggle, but his nostrils had flared at just the wrong moment as he was pushed under and water rushed in as air pockets rushed out. Strangely, he worried about losing a contact lens. Not both. Just one, the right one, because he knew his right eyeball was larger than his left, and he always feared his lens could never secure itself firmly round his cornea. He shut his eyes tight.
In another moment, he had nothing left to worry about, not anymore and never again. Except for everything else.
ii
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)