I think the most interesting thing to take out of TOV so far would have to be something I'm either just screaming at an echo chamber about or I'm late to the game in realizing, but a message I kind of see is this:
What makes art so special when we make it is that there's always a soul in your own work. That soul can make it powerful, make memories, make emotions, without a single word art can tell a grand story. It's like a look into someone's head, putting into your mind what can't just be described with words. Even when you're gone, that soul never dies. We find pieces from years and years ago, still radiating the same emotions felt when it was first being brought into existence. Art is special. In its own way, art is ALIVE which is why it's so important to keep art preserved. It's someone's soul, either that of the artist or of who they decided to shed light on.
I think part of what makes some types of liminal horror so effective to ME is that feeling of discarded memories you get from seeing a nostalgic place left to slowly rot by the elements. People made this, people loved this place, people were here for as long as it could stand, and you can still feel the love this place once had, its soul, and yet...
... This love has inevitably been left to rot.
Despite its unsettling nature, someone made those giants. Made with love, made with recognition, people cherished those parades and photos and made memories in that mall. That place was loved, to some degree it was. But like many other cases, it would come to meet the fate of abandonment. It would be torn away, with fields in it's place like nothing was ever there to begin with, but that memory was still kept alive. The soul of the art and memories made there never died, and only grew more vengeful in its loneliness.
It won't rest until it's seen again, until it's recognized and loved again like it was years ago. All it wants is to be loved.
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