Thursday, June 11, 2009

Life Imitates Art, because I'm sad

When the Air France flight disappeared without warning, it was too big a tragedy to wrap my mind around. Two hundred twenty eight lives lost in an instant. It's not the worst recent tragedy, nor is it even the most recent tragedy, but it still hurts, in a "the bell tolls for thee" sense.

Defense mechanisms are pretty convenient. What's the point in succombing to melancholy when you can crack a joke? It's healthy!

In the case of the Air France crash, I realized that the story of airliner disappearing over the ocean was a bit familiar. Was the search-and-rescue operation looking in the right place, or had the plane's radio broken as it flew a thousand miles off course and landed on The Island? Were there 228 dead, or had a handful survived and were they currently running from smoke monsters and fighting polar bears and finding The Hatch?

It hurt less that way. But then they found sections of fuselage. And then they found bodies. So the real-life Lost speculation pretty much went out the window.

Hollywood may not have been entirely wrong, though. It seems that a woman who missed the flight, and thus avoided a watery grave, has died in a car crash. So, maybe it's not Lost. Maybe it's Final Destination?

Go go gadget defense-mechanism!

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