We moved across the country, and the place we're living in now has HBO On Demand. So I started watching True Detective. There's been quite a bit of discussion on the 'Net about it (here and here for starters) and I watched and felt like my head cracked open.
Like I was mainlining the truth of the Universe.
After one episode, I could tell you who killed that girl, and the others like her. And why they may have caught the killer, but another DB, similar fashion, showed up.
The girls are outputs of a fucked-up set of interlocking interconnected systems that people have made, trapped, built, woven and imposed upon the world. I'm not slipping into Rust's nihilism, which is a covering for his essential woundedness. People made these systems, and people carry out these actions, and these stories have meaning for the people that do them, because story and meaning are the frameworks through which we view our lives.
But these girls are just as dead as if they OD'd, or were in a car accident, or had a brain aneurysm. Only nobody gives a shit if those things are cause by structural failures like those imposed on the landscape of South Louisiana.
There is some kind of structure or system in place that is killing these girls, and it was built by the powerful for the powerful, and as long as it doesn't, on balance, hurt them, it will continue.
Incidentally, I was annoyed by the preacher and the task force for crimes with 'an anti-Chrisitan connotation.' Deer antlers and bound women, placed bodies and little woven nests? That is old, deep stuff. That is Venus of Willendorf, cave paintings, Our Lady Underground type stuff. Way older than Christianity.
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