Black Water was in Russian Doll’s soundtrack and I got really excited but nobody I know cares so I am telling you I guess
Blackwater from timber timbre??! I just started watching Russian dolls so I’m going to go wild when I hear it. I am always way too excited whenever a track contains a timber timbre song. Thank you for letting me know I care WAY TOO MUCH about this.
I think socially and maybe globally, we must be feeling that adage. We must have been feeling it for a while.
Because… what? My perfectly solid and philosophically sound evidence you ask?
Time Loop stories!
They’ve become more and more popular and at first I thought maybe Netflix was just catching up to the Groundhog Day/Happy Death Day ideas, but no. I found an entire Wiki entry on Time Loops and they’ve seemingly been growing in popularity since the 80s.
And maybe it’s just a literary device, like how in Russian Doll it is used to represent the phases of a relationship and how we grow close to someone even as we repeat the same fights and tell the same stories but how we can’t grow with them until we decide to be vulnerable and open up our layers of dolls. Or maybe it’s a fad, like how Groundhog Day was so successful, people tried to replicate the story. Or maybe it’s a sci-fi trope, with films like Edge of Tomorrow or K-dramas like One More Time and A Day taking from manga/manhwa.
Time is important as a resource to us mortal humans, so it makes sense that we would focus on it in our stories. It’s seemingly nonrenewable, and we have no way to measure how much we have. Time loops make sense as a literary device simply because of our current position in whatever cosmos you believe in.
But what if our fascination also comes from this feeling of learning about history and then looking out at our world with that dizzying deja vu feeling of having been here, done this, repeating every waking moment. Perhaps we’re all walking through life watching history repeat itself without knowing it and having no idea how to stop it.
Or, and personally this makes the most sense to me, perhaps we are each living day to day with a patterned routine that insures our survival by repeating itself every. single. day. Perhaps it’s our own history we’re repeating because we can’t find the room to breathe in a society that demands efficiency, speed, keep up or get out. Maybe we just all feel like we’re stuck in an eternal time loop until one day, we die.
That’s really sad to me. It’s like we think that burning through our time at a steady pace might give us more of it, even though we also know there’s no way to tell how much we might have. We can invent explanations and reorganize the heavens to defend our understanding of them, but it doesn’t change the fact that we just don’t know. So we keep making stories about time repeating itself over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Until we dare to do something different one day. And we move on to the next day, but then that repeats itself over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Until we do something different again!
I suppose I should do something different today and get out of my own time loop. I really do hate it.
downton abbey groundhog day/russian doll/whatever time loop au where thomas gets stuck in the night of the fire, and tries to figure out how to save edith’s life and jimmy’s job at the same time. the loop resets if anyone at downton (usually edith, but sometimes others, including thomas) dies within that 24 hours.
thomas finds that he cannot save edith from the fire/sound the alarm and also prevent jimmy from being caught. sometimes he refuses to help jimmy get with lady anstruther, but jimmy finds his way to her room anyway, or is sacked for a completely different reason.
thomas tries to prevent the fire entirely, only to discover that edith may self-destruct in another way. in one loop, thomas finds himself sitting on the roof with her all night, discussing their losses, and how they must move on. as the sun rises, thomas thinks that he might’ve beaten this thing once and for all, only to trip and fall to his own death, resetting.
in the end, thomas saves edith, but lets jimmy get caught. time and thomas himself can only move forward if he lets jimmy go.
the conversion therapy shit wouldn’t happen after this bc it’s terrible and i hate it.