Serial Experiments Lain - Blog Posts

Lain is done!!

Here she is!

Lain wip

I’m trying to replicate Yoshitoshi’s coloring style as much as possible.

Lain!!

I rewatched this anime—it was so worth it. Poor Lain. I kin her way too much. 😂

Let’s all love Lain.

Let’s all love Lain.

Let’s all love Lain.

Let’s all love Lain.

Let’s all love Lain.

let's all love lain

Why are you crying lain?——

present day, present time

And here's a new drawing based on Lane's Experiments.

Lain

lain by 苒 @Ranm12s

watching serial experiments lain at 3am on a thursday while unmedicated to enjoy the broken glass crunching sound my psyche makes

Being too self aware isnt great

I overthink everything. Sometimes it makes me sound smarter, most of the time im miserable from it.

I prefer when things just come to me

When I can just exist

But im addicted to this

My face reflects

My phone screen

Flat

Fading

Ive never really lived at all

A ghost of god on the awnsering machine

Dialed in, wired

Enter a network

Of words, wallowing and weeping

For all

Literate nonsense

A light on a cave

A theater

A soundstage

Im acting out my life and im a C lister

But im trying at least

Nobodies watching

Im alone, depressed, loneley.

The feeling isnt darkness though

The screen is on now

Blues, purples, particles of pink waves...

Im laying down

Lulling out words

Slurring out nerves

My lips curl, caressing

Confessions undressing

From myself

I take off my clothes, im not in them

Somethings buzzing

The screen goes black

Skyrim glitches for the 1000th time

Its gone.

FEE6DA

Psycho drug

Synced up

Linked rush

Pink flush

Bought to fade away

Seasons go away

As i start to fade away

Words repeat and lose meaning

Bought to fade away

Seasons of Lain

Desaturate

Pink Peach Puff

In my memory decay

Like a shade, a screen

Buzzes

Thoughts on Serial Experiments Lain

The show exists for me in a very nostalgic place. It makes me think about what the meaning of Nostalgia is to begin with. When I looked up the definition on Merrium Webster it was something to the effect of melancoly and overly sentimental longing for the past. More bizzare the American Heritage Foundation said it may be fatal in one of their definitons. Apparently it used to be an actual diagnosis. It's interesting to me to distinguish what i think a word means, and then learn what it really means through its history. Lain longs for a home in her humanity, though it never really existed at all. What was once an illusive almost supernatural world full of meaning lost its meaning as she drove herself deeper and deeper into the wired. Her connection to home grew more and more painful as reality dissappeared and she still hung onto what reality used to mean. It's a lot like how we today become dissallusioned with life as we spend all day online, constantly connected to dozens of platforms and screens of different kinds. The technology might look more obviously bizzare and disturbing in Lain with the tubes and wires and buzzing but our own world I think provokes the same emotion if you ground yourself to reality. The problem is i think searching for something that was never real. I think for a moment Lain let those walls down with that final hug.

The Wired

Present Day.

Present time

To me differently

Where the past isnt so far away

Words like rock;

Fill out fossils of my soul.

Fill out the fossils

Of my fucking soul

Fossils like old computers.

Soul like the humm and buzz

Of a CRT TV.

Sounds like telephone poles.

Words carry

Over a billion telephone poles

Is my conciousness real

Or theirs?

I refuse to sleep tonight

tjis isnt finished but im probably never finsihing thsi