Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art. The artist is the only one who knows the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it, he hopes to impose this particular vision and share it with others. When the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life, we write to lure and enchant and console others, we write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection…
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
#that scene in particular is really important to me #whether it’s for Nana or Hachikou #its also one of my favorite #the first meeting and first conversation between Hachi and Takumi #The first time Hachi realizes Nobuo could please her as a boyfriend #The first meeting of Nana and Ren since their meet up #And everything happens so naturally! #It also may be the only scene in which all Blast and some Trapnest members meet #and they don’t argue #(’3′)
*listening to Jooubachi no Kanbinaru Kougou Vol. 5* OMG THIS IS KOUJAKU’S SEIYUU MAKING LICKING AND SUCKING NOISES RIGHT INSIDE OF MY EAR I’M SO GONNA DIE*
*screams in agony* *cringes under goosebumps*
KYAAAH! FUCKING STOP POPPING OUT OF NOWHERE! Did you just say you are tying some kinda thing on the heroine’s (aka the listener’s) eyes, or some shit?! I don’t know where you’ll be coming from anyway, since I can’t see you already as is! AAAAAHHH!!! It’s like 3 a.m. over here and I just screamed in surprise and might have woken up my neighbours, du verdammter Idiot! (even the non-speaking heroine calls him a “meanie”)