Watching Silo with my teenage daughter has reminded me of something I hadn't expected.
We're watching the same show. But we're not watching the same story.
She's experiencing Silo exactly as it unfolds on screen. Every mystery is new. Every revelation lands for the first time. Every theory is still possible.
I've read Hugh Howey's trilogy — Wool, Shift, and Dust — at least twice, if not three times. I've lost track.
I don't just remember the story.
I remember the characters. As actual people.
And that's made Season 3 a surprisingly more difficult experience so far.

