Okay, so, naturally, spoilers for the overall arc of The
Good Place, but I’ll try to keep them limited to the aspect of the narrative
I want to focus on. I’m not giving you a detailed plot overview, more a
watercolour impression of it. Besides, this isn’t a story about that show, not
really, this is a story about what happened after I watched that show.
Three weeks ago, I was sat smiling in a geothermally heated
spa pool in Rotorua, drinking wine and feeling pretty happy about my present
and optimistic about my future. Which, if you don’t know me, is a fairly rare
occurrence. A few days after that, the world went to Hell. But this isn’t a
story about that, either, this is a story about what happened just before
it.
