Babylon 5
I have been advised to watch this series many times, but I certainly could use some direction on which episodes to start with. Please advise, if you have an opinion on this John Sheridan business.
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I have been advised to watch this series many times, but I certainly could use some direction on which episodes to start with. Please advise, if you have an opinion on this John Sheridan business.
it's like walking through a very dark room that you think you know but you're not really sure about; you move slowly toward where you believe the windows are, feeling the floor boards creak under every step you take, feeling a draft in the room and there's a strange smell, faintly mildewed, a little lemony, and what else are you going to do? Sit down right there and stop being? So you take another step with your arms stretched out in front of you, head turned to one side partly to help you hear and partly because you'd rather not run into the wall that might be there with your nose. And there's a glimmer, it's appeared so suddenly you're not sure how long you've been seeing it. A faint line in the darkness, and then intersecting that line, another one. A corner. A window, or a door. You hope for a window because you could pull open the curtains and look out into the world that's been contorting and heaving into continents in the back of your mind, but then it may look out onto a brick wall or an airshaft. Like the one outside your bedroom window on Lincoln Avenue when you were a little girl, a high rectangle of stagnant space, hazy light, going nowhere. Or it may be a door that opens into another dark room. And so you start forward again, but you're really hopeful this time, the window's there, it really is, and outside you'll see them, the ones who have been avoiding each other, too afraid to talk, uncomfortable with their anger, each of them turning to you for a solution that you can't give them. You'll pull back the curtains and they'll be standing there, feeling their way toward each other in small, tentative steps, half phrases, courtesies like stones, perfectly round and plain, to pave the way. And her shoulders are so white through the thin fabric of her gown, why is it you never saw that before? Because he has. He sees her white shoulders and he's touched by the slope of them, the curve where they meet her neck, the fragility of her. Touched and aroused and frantic with wanting to protect her, because he's failed at that once too often. So you follow the line of her shoulders and that's the start. It's like that.