So after playing Rin's path, I cant help but be left with this feeling like it should have been literature or something. Should have been a novel, a work of contemporary prose, because that's what the depth felt like.
I know most of /a/ lives in the cultural ghetto of mainstream-anime, but I just can't shake the need to express this feeling. It was so meaningful, it touched me more than most literature has. And certainly more than any anime or manga. I'm a /lit/erate anon, and I spend most of my time churning through stuff like Steinbeck and Joyce these days - I became disillusioned with anime about a year ago, and only lurk /a/ occasionally now. Trying to make up lost time I suppose. But I remember, way back, waiting for KS.
And now I'm sitting here, astonished by the power of this medium I had all but written-off. And a little bit perplexed I suppose, challenged even. Rin's story was modern literature. It was also sight, sound, and time. It was this strange marriage of things which came together to relate a profoundly deep story about art, suffering, communication, loneliness, and the human condition. I don't want to make it more than it was, nor less, it was simply moving - to the core - and I don't believe I will ever be the same.
People who are putting this down just because it's an /a/ thing without having even played at least the first act are just closed minded infants.