I just so happened to have recently watched the Japanese film, “ Nobody Knows ”, and this is my review of it. Ok, so this movie is about Akira , a 12 year old boy who lives with his Mother, and 3 » Continue Reading
Sincere quietude as bewitching emanations fringe the ambient terrain. Roaring gusts of wind swiftly breeze past a detached and forlorn child, their eyes scanning over the vast, empty field of today’s present. A constant ringing occupied by an echoing amalgamation of sounds, scraped their brain, forcing them back into reality. Nonetheless, still laid the child, inaudible within the direct center of... » Continue Reading
Pearled eyes gloss in the lucent night. Her clothes were damp with clear liquid as its soaked coat-tail wagged behind her in the seemingly ever-growing field. Her thoughts raced perpetually, engulfing her psyche as she ran without worry. A maiden’s gown, cherished by others, though battered by its wearer. Privilege be to the beholder. » Continue Reading
I’m slipping. Falling. Falling just out of reach . Into an eternal oblivion just out of sight. Beyond the curtains. It feels so surreal. It feels, fake . » Continue Reading
“ An interesting aspect of Serial Experiments Lain is that characters' eyes are used as a visual shorthand for which characters are more connected with the Wired than reality. This is most noticeable with the show's characters who are more in touch with reality having larger pupils. ” » Continue Reading
Imagine this, let’s say, out of the blue, you get the news your very mother has passed. How would you truly “ feel ”? Here you are, dressed in a luxurious golden robe crafted by the finest designers. Lounging on a sofa that even the wealthiest would envy, as you leisurely sip your hot coffee, savoring every taste. The years have rolled by since the untimely tragedy, and you've successfully created... » Continue Reading
Tender kisses from the lucent night sky. Its somber allure is ever-so enchanted by an elegant ambience. I bask in its endless grace, the snarling wind viciously lacerating my skin; meanwhile, I parade throughout the open field, my amble movements comforted by the gentle wisk of the calm evergreen. Despite that, I continue to meander through unforseen solid ground. » Continue Reading