

Those early memories can be exceptionally formative and remain as a long-lasting impression for sure.
What is life? How does one enjoy life after the “veil of blissful innocence” is lifted and you are exposed to the concepts of war, famine, oppression, tyranny, propaganda, etc…
I’m not going to pretend I have a good answer, but for me the point is to move past the recognition of the absurd and the meaningless of it all via whatever path or means of compassion one can find. It’s true that we can’t really ever go back home, no matter how badly we will always wish/desire to. Instead we must keep fighting, in spite of the meaninglessness. We have to believe we can overcome some day, even if it’s pointless, we still have to do it.
Because this is the world my friend tried to save(NIER SPOILERS) — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFaezGT6wH0











Like an all-encompassing, vacuum-vantablack or a reflective, almost blinding or glowing darkness? Why/why not?