Tonight I burned through the last three episodes in season two of Dark, so that tomorrow I can binge season three of Stranger Things while our fascist-in-chief is off publicly masturbating to tanks on the National Mall, although with any luck thunderstorms will make his martial madness a sadder affair than his inauguration. Dark is maybe the densest thicket of time travel storytelling television’s ever done (like, if you had any trouble following the later seasons of Lost, maybe don’t try Dark), and I don’t quite understand how they’re going to work in this season finale’s setup for the show’s third and last season, but I’m game.