@straydoglullaby voices of a distant star. we found it at blockbuster once when sailor moon and pokemon werent available (do they really count?). i havent seen it since, i wonder if its good
the ontological cope of death and its finality versus the ontological cope of the immortal soul. you will not have to continue versus you cannot truly be destroyed. both are seen as consolation. two different comforts for two different hearts; choose whichever helps you sleep
i like sleeping in a home where theres an old fashioned clock chipping away at the silenceโฆ the continuous indiscriminate mechanical noise in my current home sounds way too cheap and disgusting. let me sleep in your grandma houseโฆ
so much love for symbolic storytelling deriving from the physical female body: womb as universe, mother as creator-god whom one must escape/overthrow, dolls, the body-as-vessel, reproductive grief producing monsters, the broken egg as the fall, the world breaking open, etc
i used to fantasize about sailor moon developing a more fleshed-out โpower system.โ the existing starseed mythology lays the groundwork for something that could become pretty intricate and satisfying to watch unfold
i have childhood pre-birth memories of some timeless indefinite place similar to the illusionary world in clannad. there was a sense of waiting or observing, and there was profound peace, and also loneliness. as a child i definitely felt like i existed before i was conceived
its cute how sentimental older folks get about preserving their familyโs memory. iโve already started reflecting upon whatever equivalent i have. i also like romanticizing it, as if its local folklore
i visited an old pie bakery and overheard a ghost tour explaining that whenever the owner tries to change the family recipe, her motherโs ghost thrashes the chandeliers from beyond the grave. i feel like everyone has heard an old person tell this sort of tale before