“I knocked over a very old volume. The Letters of Telios de Lorca, a 12th century Franciscan mystic. Very obscure.” — Fallen Evangelist Joel Theriot during his interview with Detective Rustin Cohle
Like so many others, I’ve fallen down the TRUE DETECTIVE rabbit hole, searching for clues in every word uttered with measured intensity. This week, like everyone else, I am caught in Nic Pizzolatto’s psychic devil trap on the hunt for Telios de Lorca. Later today, I’ll post my discovery (I spent way too many hours last night reading the translations of several ancient texts) after my writing session and meeting. I don’t even want to go to either because I want to get this down while it’s still clear but a commitment is a commitment. Time may be a flat circle to Rust but in my world, it’s still linear.
And while we’re laboring over every uttered word, we watch every costume, every set, every tattoo for hints as to the deeper meaning. Surely all of this cannot be happening by accident. And, by the way, am I the only one who thinks the mural on the wall looks a lot more like the frightened Kelly Rita (December Ensminger) than a woman with a crown of antlers?