
During the summer recess period I became mildly obsessed with a television series. It constructed for itself a temporally-unlocatable world which seemed to epitomise Fredric Jameson’s (1991) discussion of postmodern aesthetics as the collapse of distinct time periods into an eternal present. Its diegesis was populated with strange characters who would, in the manner of a soap opera, appear and disappear as they went about their daily duties.








