the making of a murderer is heartbreaking. it was compelling, but crushing, in the end. 
i couldn't help believing there would be a release, but the system is moribund, there was none. when it was over i thought there was more, but it's just over. til it begins again, as it must. because justice must be just as inevitable as injustice. that's the way we have to live. it can't just be left the way it is now, at the end, held in thrall to a moribund system. only part 2 ended, and in a future episode there has to be some release. if freedom is possibility maybe it will always be just that, only a possibility held in hope, held in thrall. that's the fear when the story is halted.
i haven't experienced anything like the ones incarcerated, but i feel the anguish and frustration, and i feel the oppression of the same system that incarcerates them. 
now i'm depressed about that saga i was addicted to, partly because my episodic supply ran out, and now i'm just here with my affliction, which grows again, like a system overlaid on a system, the most intimate one, the body become a kind of prison of skin.