Why do I do what I do? It is not action that drives me to exist, it is the motivation behind those actions. Emotions. Each is unique and definable. Each has a visual representation. They are a part of who I am. Who am I? Am I that which exist in those around me? Is my existence merely the thought of me in the minds of others? In loneliness, do I not exist? Or is it that I am always in the minds of others, and therefore always exist? What is this? This life. Is this life the result of being reborn? Is this searching for a purpose? Purpose. What is my purpose? I know what I want, but is this truly what I am meant for? If loneliness is the end, the negativity, is it my mortal enemy? This human contact, this need for others, is this merely the avoidance of my enemy? Is it something more? Am I still searching for something, someone, to relieve me of this... this wonder? I wonder, I wander. Is this wandering the result of this wonder? Looking for another as myself, I am bound to this search, yet the very search itself only prolongs the dusk. Do I wish to be alive? Is that why I prolong my own view of dusk? These thoughts... even these thoughts are as synthetic as that which inspired them.

Courage, Sorrow, Depression and Longing, Hope and Fulfillment, Confusion, Humor, Strength, Emotion and Loneliness... all of these are my favorites, and so many more. Each the cover of a box set, for which I wish to own.

Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Wolf's Rain, Paranoia Agent, Lupin III, Rurouni Kenshin, .Hack//Sign...