Serial Experiments Lain - Blog Posts
Lain is done!!
Here she is!
Lain wip
I’m trying to replicate Yoshitoshi’s coloring style as much as possible.
Lain!!
I rewatched this anime—it was so worth it. Poor Lain. I kin her way too much. 😂
present day, present time
And here's a new drawing based on Lane's Experiments.
watching serial experiments lain at 3am on a thursday while unmedicated to enjoy the broken glass crunching sound my psyche makes
Being too self aware isnt great
I overthink everything. Sometimes it makes me sound smarter, most of the time im miserable from it.
I prefer when things just come to me
When I can just exist
But im addicted to this
My face reflects
My phone screen
Flat
Fading
Ive never really lived at all
A ghost of god on the awnsering machine
Dialed in, wired
Enter a network
Of words, wallowing and weeping
For all
Literate nonsense
A light on a cave
A theater
A soundstage
Im acting out my life and im a C lister
But im trying at least
Nobodies watching
Im alone, depressed, loneley.
The feeling isnt darkness though
The screen is on now
Blues, purples, particles of pink waves...
Im laying down
Lulling out words
Slurring out nerves
My lips curl, caressing
Confessions undressing
From myself
I take off my clothes, im not in them
Somethings buzzing
The screen goes black
Skyrim glitches for the 1000th time
Its gone.
FEE6DA
Psycho drug
Synced up
Linked rush
Pink flush
Bought to fade away
Seasons go away
As i start to fade away
Words repeat and lose meaning
Bought to fade away
Seasons of Lain
Desaturate
Pink Peach Puff
In my memory decay
Like a shade, a screen
Buzzes
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.
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?
I refuse to sleep tonight
tjis isnt finished but im probably never finsihing thsi