the first time i watched patlabor 2 was in mid 2020 on a discord call with a few of my friends. it must've been four in the morning by the time we were done. i very little about that first viewing, but i how i felt.

many years later, i still believe this film to be haunted. mamoru oshii and kazunori itou tapped into something truly uncanny during the writing/directing of patlabor 2. there is simply no other…

your life. your guts. your rest. your love.

to become a woman is, oftentimes, to sacrifice every single one of those things for a world that is relentlessly cruel and violent in return. to age is to grow weary with the burden of a responsibility which you are seldom equipped to fulfill.

adulthood is often about waking up from the most horrible of nightmares to a home that is in complete disarray. to bills which ceaselessly pile up. to a…

not sure how to start this. to be honest with you, it's gotten very hard to write about art. i have about 3-5 unfinished word documents sitting on my desktop right now, waiting to be completed. some of them are stories, and the others are essays about things i like. if you were to ask my friends, they'd tell you that i'm obsessed with making things. i've been that way all my life. so, why have i seemingly "stopped"?

because…