The days-after-episode, I am reminded of the day I got hold of the “teachers edition” of a textbook where they had reprinted one of my short stories. And in the back, as with every teacher’s guide, they had a list of questions about the story for the class to answer – and the answers.
And some of the answers were wrong. Or at least, inaccurate as hell in their assertions.
(yes I know, the writer is often the last to know their actual themes. But trust me, the things they claimed I intended in the story were….not accurate. That might be what was read into the story, but it wasn’t what I was thinking when I wrote it…)
My point being… whatever we think, whatever we’re pretty damned sure of, whatever we extrapolate… it’s just that, us taking the visible pieces and trying to half-ass a full picture.