“Alfred Noble invented dynamite.” 

Knowledge is hunger. Knowledge is power. Knowledge is a gaping maw. Knowledge is an unquenchable thirst. Knowledge is a void that we are free to throw our entire beings into. Knowledge is a parasitic figure, eager for more. Knowledge is a child asking “why?” again and again and again and again and again. Knowledge is that child, decades later, screaming “why?” again and again and again and again and again. Knowledge is the screams echoing through…

“I’m still copying you though.” 
“I know. Now copy this.” 

I am standing in a room and I am looking at my dad.

It is 1996 and he is 33 years old and he is journaling hour by hour the day that I am born. He is the first person to ever put my name to paper. It is 2008 and he is 45 years old and he is gripping my arms too tight and screaming at me, so close I…

“No wonder you reek of death.” 

Miyazaki at his most fluid, visually and narratively. Each moment an event that is happening in three-fold: something our past selves dream of, something our present selves experience, and something our future selves look back on in fondness or in anguish. Time as a ripple, liquid in state. Something that bleeds into itself, slips through our fingers, takes the shape of what we place it in and then dissolves the moment whatever flimsy physical…

A long, anguished wail. Desperate, gasping breaths. Clawing at your skin because it’s the last barrier between you and them. Getting blood all over the carpet, caked under your nails. Close is never close enough. It’s so cold. It’s so empty. It’s so lonely in my body. 

Wanted it to end almost as quickly as it began. The melancholy here is so thick it’s practically suffocating. The weight, the ache, the sorrow. It’s too much to carry, hold, graze. 

Wanted…