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Anti-corruption’s generally a subject of police drama that’s too steeped in realism for my interest, and most of my series have focused on the pursuit of serial killers (Der Pass being an excellent recent example), but do they ever manage to deliver on the suspense in spite of the one in belief required for a criminal conspiracy to go for as long as it has. Or the good guys, depending how cynical we want to be. I like how effectively the rousing credits theme elevates the gravity of the situation, reminding me of the episode breaks in classic Doctor Who, even if the self-serving behavior of a “bent copper” or the whole OCG for that matter doesn’t necessarily warrant it. Without my nightly excursions to 7-11 for a Super Big Gulp and a jalapeño-covered hot dog or Gansitos, I’ve learned to live without the need to feel part of something bigger going on out there, unlike those poor targeted individuals paranoid schizophrenics whose lunatic rants will occasionally grace even my local Twitter searches, and prefer to watch it all play out in a thankfully controlled environment. Annoying that the live broadcast airs only half-an-hour after my second Moderna dose tomorrow, leaving little time to gauge side effects.

Somewhat related dream took place at night-time on a street in what might have been London, too, where I had just picked up some warm food but without suitable containment struggled to keep it together against my body. The lyrics to this time-traveling show were more reminiscent of Inspector Spacetime: “What have you seen, who have you been/Not so much where but more of when.“