I Am The Colour-Coded Evidence Wall From Homeland

I am the colour-coded evidence wall from Homeland.

I am not just the physical embodiment of passionate collaboration, in that Carrie marked up each piece of paper and then, when she was in the crazy house and not able to make her case coherently, Saul figured out what she was up to and put everything in order. I am also proof that people living with bipolar disorder can, in fact, be very orderly. Look at all this ROY G BIV realness! Sure, the individual paper scraps, all scrawled up with marker, are kind of sloppy. But arranging them like a rainbow makes the whole wall look so soothing! Fighting terrorism hasn't been so pretty since Sydney Bristow did it.

You won't see me this weekend when Homeland starts its second season; as you will recall, I was cruelly dismantled many months ago. Don't feel too bad for me; you know Carrie is into that jazz shit, and being so close to her speakers was getting to be fucking unbearable.

Anyway, if you remember me fondly -- if the sight of me inspired you to arrange your books by colour, for instance -- then my legacy lives on.