Whim-Dark: Shigasato Itoi and the mother series.

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 I don’t like endings. Ideally everything would last forever. The beauty of the first time reading your favorite poem, or, playing your favorite game, all that and everything else forever! That is my motto.


That is not how it is though is it? We move on and bounce around fall in and out of love and do our best all the while information loss looms over our decisions whether we pay it any mind or not.


One of the failings of world-building is information loss and its depictions. Even if the universe fictional or real there is always the potential for the playful and beautiful in-spite of discouraging of its existence by poor circumstance.


Grim-dark in heavy shadows and soldering forward in-spite of the absurdity and wretchedness of life. It’s wreckage of cliche sci-fi tropes and hopeless ritual without any of the living parts of life.


And then theres the whimsical the feature length rendition of a fairytale. Moomin books and Roald Dahl. Idealized versions of childhood meant to be left behind. 


Then there is Shigesato Itoi’s work the deep deep darkness holding hands with 1960s Saturday morning cartoons. You know Whim-dark? A mode of including most of the ambiguous information of the universe in one peanut butter and chocolate style combo.


An emotional framework of the playful and tragic. A kind of bipolar enlightenment. Where the dualistic framework adds to richness of the world and shows more empathy by showing that no single perspective is enough. It includes a multitude of voices.


I will wrap up this short blog post with with a quote from Shigesato itoi "The very lives you're living now are MOTHER 4."


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