Parei de acompanhar Grey's Anatomy logo após a morte do George. Já não sei em que temporada o seriado está, mas era de lá que vinha muita inspiração pra pensar na vida.
Eu voltei a assistir seriados de ficção científica e Fringe vem cobrindo essa lacuna muito bem.
A filosofia de seriado hoje vem do episódio "Marionette", da terceira temporada.
Peter: What is it?
Olivia: You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked into her eyes, and knew that it wasn't her.'
Olivia: I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me and about my life and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it. And I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a bit too much. But when I was Over There, I thought about you. And you were just a figment of my imagination. But I held onto you. And it wasn't reasonable, and it wasn't logical, but I did it, so… why didn't you? She wasn't me. How could you not see that? Now she's everywhere. She's in my house, my job, my bed, and I don't want to wear my clothes anymore, and I don't want to live in my apartment, and I don't want to be with you. She's taken everything.