Fantasy
Final Fantasy Advent Children comes out on the 14th of this month. I’m sitting in my room this Sunday, the rain falling outside, my somewhat hungover self listening to the FFVII soundtrack as I type out a report on this summer’s tour.
The music brings back memories. I love games, RPGs in particular. I used to wonder why I stopped playing games after graduating from college, but now I know it’s because I didn’t enjoy the act of playing as much as I did the immersion and the company of the people I was with when I played. It’s the nostalgia that really gets me, nowadays. I miss games, I miss the emotional kickback from a good RPG. RPGs are wonderful stories, sad and angsty and full of characters and plot twists and grand dreams. They are whole worlds.
I regret that I have not played any of the newer RPGs… in fact, Vagrant Story was perhaps the last of the lot. I never did complete Front Mission. I feel like I’ve missed out on all those worlds and stories and characters. As with anime, I like some so much that I devour fanfic religiously. It becomes a blur, what was canon and what is fanfic, but it meshes to create an experience so rich it’s addictive.
FFVII has incredible fanfiction, mostly dealing with Cloud and Sephiroth and Zack. Read Madamhydra’s massive work, or eukyrotic’s epic, or the vignettes by that person I can’t remember. They hit you so hard, so emotionally full, you could almost weep.
Nostalgic memories… I have so many nostalgic memories, I wish I could store them each and every one in a safe place in my mind, where they will never fade or be overwritten, or simply forgotten. I have so many good memories of old times, but when you struggle with the present, of being down or frustrated, I think I am in danger of losing them, of losing the “me” of that time to the worst of the present.
Perhaps I am simply obsessed with documenting the experiences of life. Ah, but that’s what blogging is for, non?
