Iโm not that important.
Yet every piece of my soul and spirit, every bone, every nerve ending is screaming that I am.
What is this? Destiny?
Iโm pulled by invisible strings into something I donโt fully understand.
All I can do is let go..
See where it takes me
The very contours that make up the medium falling apart as the boundaries between people vanish; only returning when shinji realizes that it's the friction and differences between each of us that gives us shape, dreams and meaning. It is so visceral and cool