I’m not sure why, but I was utterly convinced tonight’s Dispatches from Elsewhere was the finale, and I guess it isn’t, and now I’m all at sea again. I mean, in a good way, but, hey, wow: what a disorienting thing.
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I’m not sure why, but I was utterly convinced tonight’s Dispatches from Elsewhere was the finale, and I guess it isn’t, and now I’m all at sea again. I mean, in a good way, but, hey, wow: what a disorienting thing.