I’m starting to watch Wonderfalls, Brian Fuller’s previous creation prior to Pushing Daisies, my current favorite show. Like Daisies, Wonderfalls has a supernatural element. The main character works at a Niagara Falls gift shop, where animal figurines start inexplicably talking to her — and urging her to connect with the people who pass through her shop. As she helps travelers on their journeys, Jaye starts to finally confront her own purposeless existence.
I’m glad I didn’t discover this show when it aired in 2004 and I was still in college. I think it resonates more with me now than it would have then. When first I graduated I felt disconnected and lost — jobless and going through a protracted breakup. But since that first two months, I’ve had a post-college existence that is stable and productive, if not always entirely fulfilling. And I worry that I’ve never taken any serious risks, never jumped without the ground clearly in view. Never fallen, but also never flown.
In Wonderfalls, the main character lives in a trailer. A conveyance built for the road, but here firmly planted, hitch plaintively outstretched. That’s not my life. But sometimes it feels like it is.