Have you ever wondered what they were thinking. Those people on the edge of the building, or beside a hanging bridge. Who they thought of, what it feels like to have no hope, to abandon all will, to leave everything behind, willingly. What drove their unhinged mind to further ruin themselves with their own dark thoughts.
Sometimes. It’s nothing. Sometimes nothing crosses the mind. And that nothingness became numbness, and that numbness became sorrow. Often, incomprehensible. However, sometimes… It’s everything.
Jongin stood by a handrail of the bridge in the middle of the night, accompanied by soft inviting wind, trying to coax him away from the edge. But he doesn’t listen. His face was unreadable, they were stoned. Every each of his features reveals nothing, but having both of his hands in his hair as he yank his own chin up to the dark night sky showed that he was troubled. Very troubled.
ohhh man, the hardest question, and you just had to ask it..it’s so much an ensemble piece, it’s hard to pick one.
thinking long and hard about it i can narrow down my favorites to three:
akira - i find it amazing how much of an impact on a story such an incredibly passive character can have. he rarely even emotes but you still feel this real as fuck weight radiating from him whenever he’s on the page. yes, he’s treated like literal cargo for quite a bit of the story, but even then it’s impressed upon you how important that cargo is, and all his blank stares make you look at what’s going on around him with fresh eyes, even when all he does is being lugged around and tossed into dumpsters. and this little blank-eyed motherfucker is basically a walking super weapon whose launch code is trauma. genius.
tetsuo - our monster. loved by and constantly in the shadow of big-brother-figure kaneda, and when he decides he’s had quite enough of that, well… i’ve never seen anyone snap on the scale that he does. vicious, sadistic, angry, so angry, cocky and a right bastard. still, we’re not allowed for long periods of time to forget that he’s a kid scared shitless. that’s the contrast that makes him such a winner to me. he does monstrous, reprehensible things but when he finally loses control of his form and blobs out he’s terrified and screams for kaneda to save him, just nailing the point home: he’s a child. hell, he’s an infant, shrieking and lashing out in fear and confusion, in the last part of the story before finding peace.
chiyoko - because chiyoko. it’s been like 30 years and we still don’t get to see too many women like her in our media. strong, fierce, loyal, loving warrior of warriors, breaker of faces. if i’d ever get an akira related tattoo it would be a tribute to her, no doubt.