Thoughts on Serial Experiments Lain
The show exists for me in a very nostalgic place. It makes me think about what the meaning of Nostalgia is to begin with. When I looked up the definition on Merrium Webster it was something to the effect of melancoly and overly sentimental longing for the past. More bizzare the American Heritage Foundation said it may be fatal in one of their definitons. Apparently it used to be an actual diagnosis. It's interesting to me to distinguish what i think a word means, and then learn what it really means through its history. Lain longs for a home in her humanity, though it never really existed at all. What was once an illusive almost supernatural world full of meaning lost its meaning as she drove herself deeper and deeper into the wired. Her connection to home grew more and more painful as reality dissappeared and she still hung onto what reality used to mean. It's a lot like how we today become dissallusioned with life as we spend all day online, constantly connected to dozens of platforms and screens of different kinds. The technology might look more obviously bizzare and disturbing in Lain with the tubes and wires and buzzing but our own world I think provokes the same emotion if you ground yourself to reality. The problem is i think searching for something that was never real. I think for a moment Lain let those walls down with that final hug.
Imagine your about to get into a serious fight
You: "Cry about it!" (Condecending):
Them: "This is serious. You arent listening!"
Or
You "Cry about it." (Sincere):
Them "Oh okay. I...i dont know how to respond to this. Should I cry about this? Maybe id feel better.
Im just saying id be so disarmed if someone commanded me to cry in a sincere way, compared to if they were just snarky. Like id be so disarmed if a stranger said that. I mean like actual sincere care though. I dunno what that means, maybe just whatever makes people go like "holy shit" when you say something to them.
It seems espeically difficult with a stranger. But really charasmatic characters can do that a lot. Maybe I misread it.
Thinking about this time this dude in NYC was peddling his rap album to me and he was trying to gas me up, something to the effect of
"You know what I mean right, you (my dick) pretty big."
And i was like
"No."
The Wired
Present Day.
Present time
To me differently
Where the past isnt so far away
Words like rock;
Fill out fossils of my soul.
Fill out the fossils
Of my fucking soul
Fossils like old computers.
Soul like the humm and buzz
Of a CRT TV.
Sounds like telephone poles.
Words carry
Over a billion telephone poles
Is my conciousness real
Or theirs?
Sterile non places, lights and rows lights and rows lights and rows, rowing down the lazy river. But everything is still, so still I shop. My cart a mimic on wheels, its maw enough to consume all. Chaos is concealed, soon it is congealed in my cart. It mimics me, im not much different the way i wheel around and eat and buy, i buy you, i eat you, i eat buy, i get by. Im checking out these words but I stopped caring or listening this poem making minimum change, pocket change i collect them, a penny for my thoughts. I swipe a card, you check me out, i check you out. Did i swipe it, did i shop lift? I wanna lift this whole fucking shop into the sun. But i come out of sterile light to a gray sky, and the sun is nowhere in sight.
-All dogs are good dogs
Yes this is true
-All cops are bastards
Most definitley
-Police dogs?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
No please I beg you...
Come back...
I love you furry with a basic ass fursona because its what you love, fr.
Ratatoiulle 2099: Part Two
I can't even taste it. Its just texture. The eggs are slimy. The peppers are rubbery. My teeth feel just as malleable in my brain, like im biting into my own skull. I should be grateful really. I'm actually fairly lucky to have a rat that compliments my lifestyle. God knows id be a shit cook without one (and lord knows I can't afford a rat cooked meal in a resturant). I guess thats the other thing that pisses me the fuck off. The media praises Remy of old, the first rat to pilot a human. Everyone knows how amazing and wonderful Remy is. It's all lies. Remy became like any other privleged elitist, his meals were never affordable for the common man. I used to love his recipes as a kid, when I turned 10 and I finally got my rat implanted. I was so excited my rat knew how to cook too. But I grow tired of this same bougee omelette. Maybe I wanna march on down to Pops Pancakes and gorge myself on the syrup soaked slappers. Maybe I just fucking will do that...
"Nobody actually remembers the ripenning of course. Its a day lost to history, presumably because the rats had nested into our brains. Personally i prescrive to the theory of the HO1 Waves creating a psychic disturbance across all rats. That they craved intellect as we once did as early humans...but nobody really knows for sure."
-Burt Essner in his book "The Rat Race: How Rats Became One."
Water doesnt behave like it should
It sticks to itself
Somehow its wet
The river cries
I wipe away its tears
Rinse it out of my clothes
Why try not to get wet
When its always raining?
Just have a smoke with me
With whatevers ashes left
"they stopped talking about luigi mangione to silence us" his next court appearance is 9:00 AM at the New York Supreme Criminal Court, 100 Centre Street, February 21.
the reference number is IND-75657-24/001. it is within your constitutional rights to protest outside of the courthouse, make signs, and voice your opinions as loudly as you can. YOU don't have to stop talking about him. show up.
I dont know from which mod this book came from but it's an excellent addition to the lore, and a wonderful story. Reminds me of the Argonian account insofar as it both builds an less familair elder scrolls setting and tells an interesting funny story to boot.
(It might be Books, Books Books? Its probably that mod)
Hi! My name is Dreamgazer (25/TransWoman) and this is my writing blog! (I might also post original art). I take requests for poems and short stories as well. Minors DNI!!
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