The Absurdity of it All

If you have the chance, and the stomach, I suggest watching "Dexter". I do believe it airs on HBO. It's a twisted, dark portrayal of a serial killer working as a blood splatter analysis for the Miami police. He only kills those that have "escaped justice". Meanwhile, he tries to live as a "normal" human being, though entirely incapable of emotion.

He does, however, "fake it" all the time.

The first few episdoes turned my stomach, but the more that I watch, the more I pick up on the things behind the crime scenes and seemingly inhumane murders. There's a touching subplot about what it means to be human, and how so many of us are always faking it. There's a lot about relationships, and what it takes to be in one. Can a person genuinely fake love?

My favorite moment thus far is when the hero of the story, just before he's about to kill a married couple who were running illegal immigrants as far as their dollar would get them (and then drowning them if they couldn't pay), stops to ask them their thoughts on love and relationships. "How long have you been married?" "How have you stayed in love" "A shared dream?"

And then, of course, he kills them.

And goes home to his girlfriend.

And shares his dream with her. To build intimacy. False intimacy, of course, but perceived intimacy nonetheless.

Twisted.

I like it.