The warm air of a never-ending Japanese summer.
The incredible ability of a work to sabotage itself.
A psychoanalysis of the character Lain Iwakura.
A destiny marked by an inevitable fatality.
Empty, otherworldly, an ever-extending landscape and a lonesome girl creating a body from parts of junk. It's a robot, a small robot. This world runs in parallel to this one, right?
Toaru's journey through the labyrinth of crossmedia and what it means for the future of storytelling.
Yes, I am serious, this is my blog and I can write whatever I want.
