Saturday, May 11, 2013

Words that strung themselves together to a certain melody

I just watched an episode of Slam Dunk after a long time, to feed the nostalgia that has become the theme of my life lately, with all the moving out taking place and goodbyes being said around me. I don't want to be more maudlin, since that ironically tends to obscure the very maudlin thoughts that one is endeavoring to express. The point in bringing up Slam Dunk is that I had never consciously registered before how interesting the characters were. I had also never consciously registered certain aspects of the animation that made it appear naturally nostalgic to someone who is used to the more refined techniques used in shows that were made more recently.

But we have come almost a full five years since the chapter in my life that I associate most intimately with Slam Dunk ended definitively - not for any special reason, but simply because every chapter in one's life must eventually come to an end. Would one rather that the bittersweet scent of those pages stale from overexposure to the surrounding air? A poor metaphor, employing a word that feels rather awkward on my cynical tongue, but it is nevertheless needed. One will find that the right kinds of memories tend to enhance the feelings associated with certain sounds - certain melodies one was wont to hear in one's childhood, for instance, or even the mundane jingling of dorm keys prior to their being inserted into door locks - even if one fail utterly to remember what exactly they sounded like.

There's something indescribably dolorous in the second interval, a certain poignancy in its inability to reach the desired goal, like the eternal wolf howling at the terminal moon. In streams of consciousness such as this, words are considerably more flexible than in academic writing. Any word is appropriate that adds to the melody of the work, to which there need be no well-defined beginning or end, in addition. After all the gaily tripping chords eventually leave one's consciousness; and one doesn't realize it until much later.

The melody the title alludes to is Digimon Adventure - Butterfly piano version. One of the profoundest songs from Digimon Adventure - the Japanese version, of course. Profound in spite of my total ignorance of what the words mean.

EDIT: The English translation made it so much the profounder.

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