Ooh ... shiny.

I think I would be pleased to discover, in the end, that Lost is the book John Locke writes, still bound in his wheelchair, after Helen dies. I love reading about authors’ lives (whether nonfiction, such as Neil Gaiman’s blog, or fiction, such as William Goldman’s introduction to The Princess Bride), and the way familiar characters are now passing through non-island John’s life and might later, as fictitious characters, appear in his novel seems a realistic activity for an author. Also, it would be clever of him to kill himself off well before the end, a la And Then There Were None.