harmonizes mishima's aggressively ascendant meditations on the aesthetic and spiritual splendor of art, the natural world, self, and culture with almost impossible grace and empathy. there's been an eternal debate on whether we truly can separate art from the artist, but schrader here visualizes how much the artist's perception of themselves and the cosmos around them bleeds into their work—each character rendered by the pen painting and personifying their internal truths. mishima in and of itself is dedicated to telling…
satoshi kon is an absolute god at realizing human perversities, insecurities, & internalized trauma as metaphysical entities & then engineering horror from these psychological manifestations. darkly beautiful in a way most writers couldn't dream of replicating. this is a work of art about resilience, about self-forgiveness, about catharsis, & about emerging from denial into the acceptance of reality, regardless of how painful it is. a magnum opus if i've ever seen one. & r.i.p. satoshi kon—i hope he beat his shounen bat, whatever it may have been.