Mamoru Oshii’s original 1995 production of Ghost in the Shell is both iconic and isolating, and it is perhaps this curious mix of connection and detachment that gives it its ghost. The lyrics below of the choral piece in ancient Japanese talk of a god descending from heaven to preside over a wedding, the touch of the divine at work here imbues it with a sense of mysticism, the feeling that something far deeper is at work.
Random Access Memory - （ランダム・アクセス・メモリ） Consider for a moment, how many times we might start a sentence with “I remember…” - now whether that’s to dredge your mind to unearth an extant anecdote, confirming that you do recall having eaten two helpings of Tiramisu that morning, or whether you’re vacillating between dialogue options in a…Read more Random Access Memory
“You should really write something…” urged one of my friends quite recently, furrowing their brow at me. Presumably this was not a coded request to jot down something on a scrap of paper or a post-it note, but perhaps something a little bit more substantial, maybe even a small booklet or pamphlet at the very least.
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