Yuck I recently read The Lost City of Z and they were talking about how explorers in the Amazon sometimes got infested with maggots in their joints and appendages and how they could see the maggots eating them. Ach agrggrrgg I feel like barfing just thinking about it.

To be honest, I agree with Darlton (normal everyday not nerdy or obsessed at all people call them Darlton, right?) in that the Libby thing isn’t really weighing all that heavily on my mind. I never had the expectation that all of the fucking curveballs and loose ends and mindfucks could reasonably be answered. Or even a majority of them. That’s not what I want from Lost. As long as the big mysteries are answered, I’m pleased.