There's only two ways to be completely alone in this world,
lost in a crowd or in total isolation...
Friday, 29 June 2012
Amnesia: The Dark Descent
The last remaining memories fade away into darkness.
Your mind is a mess and only a feeling of being hunted remains.
You must escape.
Awake... Amnesia: The Dark Descent, a first person survival horror.
A game about immersion, discovery and living through a nightmare.
An experience that will
Snatch
Snatching happiness takes a lot more courage than enduring unhappiness.
All I trust is the past. Things that have ended can't betray me.
I am anti-social and have a dark personality.
I have no redeeming qualties and nothing to offer,
therefore I could never have what I wanted.
Most
Most people are full of themselves and speak only
the obnoxiously superficial,
in other words they're annoying as hell
Fish Eye
One of Tutu's gifts for me.
I don't really have a longing to have one but she gave me this
really cute camera, it looks like a robot.
How many people could embrace such disturbing imagery?
No one could possibly understand my purest feelings but I couldn't care less;
My deepest yearnings are nobody's goddamn business anyway.
Love,
Mirai
As I View The World
I suppose that when I say clothing – and flouncy, frilly, ruffly, lacy clothing at that –
is the most precious thing in my life, most people of intellect would just laugh disparagingly and call me a silly girl.
I might be scolded, but never praised: dedicating myself to love,
scholarship, or work is valid, they’d say,
but devoting my entire being to something so trifling as clothing
is nothing more than frittering away my life.
But why can’t I devote my life to clothing?
What’s wrong with treasuring encounters with clothes
more than encounters with people?
People have different values.
I don’t think the convictions and philosophies
of people who become doctors to save the lives
of poor people in developing countries are superior
or inferior to those of someone like me,
who was enchanted by the Lolita look and decided to live according
to the Rococo aesthetic that is its source.
And even if I was wrong about that, and my aspiration
to live as a Lolita is terribly foolish, or indeed the worst thing anybody could do,
I still would not renounce it.
Even if everybody in the entire world agrees that something
is a piece of junk, if to my eyes it appears more precious and necessary
that diamonds or the giant panda, I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment
to defend it to the death as the most important thing in the world.
Love,
Mirai
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