Last night I gathered with a few hundred other folks at the Bell House in Brooklyn to watch the series finale of LOST. While dressed in leis and sipping on Dharma Initiative beers, with a recreation of an exploded Oceanic 815 hanging over head, the crowd laughed, cheered, and wept together, but I think each person was still in their own world. After an entire night of tossing and turning in my sleep, I still haven’t truly been able to work out “what it all means.” But as far as epic ending tv series episodes go, I thought the finale was pretty satisfying.
That said, I still can’t believe it has all come to an end.
For anyone who does NOT watch LOST, I apologize in advance. For pretty much the whole of the next week or two I’m going to be sprouting out random thoughts about LOST, continuing to work out what the ending means to me.
I didn’t think it would be this way, but I’m in shock…LOST has ended, the secrets have/have not been revealed, and that freaking creepy Crystal Castles The Ring-like ad (which pretty much turned me off of buying that album altogether) that played twice during Jimmy Kimmel Live will haunt my dreams for a long time.
What did it all mean for you? Are you sad now that it’s over?