Author's Notes: I don't own Lain and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Alice's name is Alice(at least in my opinion), not Arisu.
For a VERY intelligent look at this please go here: http://www.cjas.org/~leng/alice.htm BTW, that site's not by me.
This is basically like Lain wrote a diary entry. This takes place after she deleted herself from everyone's memory/before she becomes what we
commonly refer to as God.
There's no need for a date. No need to write this, actually. Other people talked to me.
Other people helped me confirm that I exist, well, that some of me existe....no.
I may or may not have existed in a world that mar or may not exist itself.
I may or may not exist now. People who knew me, who talked to me, they helped me think I exist. Was that false?
Were the feeling's between me and Alice false? Did they exist?If that wasn't real, then who's being hurt in a fantasy world.
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I never meant to hurt Alice. I loved her. I hurt her. For her.....
ALL FOR HER
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If I was someone before, then now am I no one? Or does this finally make me someone.
And if I was someone before, who was I? I was Lain, correct? These are just characters on a screen.
A screen connected to a system which produces these "fonts" that I'm writing with. Do those fonts exist?
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It's just a name. I met one other Lain. She wasn't me. She was a copy of me.
What if there was another girl named Lain? There are two Lain's but, we just share a name. Not looks or personality.
LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN
I am not Lain. Lain is just a name. LAIN is a combination of sounds that humans use to communicate with each other.
Lain IS my name. I am Lain in the sense that it's my name but, in reali.....no...wherever I am now Lain is what people refer to me as.
Well, they used to. Lain is a name, who is the one who has the name Lain. What is she? What am I? Or am I an it? We're all its, right?
I'm confused. I miss Alice. Maybe I could rewrite things again? Before this all happened.
It's so easy. But if I keep rewriting things, don't I make whatever actual existence I had even less meaningful?
Alice deserves to be happy. I don't even exist.
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A
I
N
Is this love I feel? Alice.... Alice...... Emotional love, not sexual. Can there be sexual love?
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O
V
E
I guess I don't exist, for sure not now. So, in a sense, I'm dead. Everything I've learned tells me that after death must be a rebirth so,
all I can do is wait for what's next. If nothing happens, maybe I'll just make myself be reborn. I have total control. I'm what they call.......
G
O
D
For a VERY intelligent look at this please go here: http://www.cjas.org/~leng/alice.htm BTW, that site's not by me.
This is basically like Lain wrote a diary entry. This takes place after she deleted herself from everyone's memory/before she becomes what we
commonly refer to as God.
There's no need for a date. No need to write this, actually. Other people talked to me.
Other people helped me confirm that I exist, well, that some of me existe....no.
I may or may not have existed in a world that mar or may not exist itself.
I may or may not exist now. People who knew me, who talked to me, they helped me think I exist. Was that false?
Were the feeling's between me and Alice false? Did they exist?If that wasn't real, then who's being hurt in a fantasy world.
A
L
O
N
E
I never meant to hurt Alice. I loved her. I hurt her. For her.....
ALL FOR HER
D
E
L
E
T
E
D
If I was someone before, then now am I no one? Or does this finally make me someone.
And if I was someone before, who was I? I was Lain, correct? These are just characters on a screen.
A screen connected to a system which produces these "fonts" that I'm writing with. Do those fonts exist?
L
A
I
N
It's just a name. I met one other Lain. She wasn't me. She was a copy of me.
What if there was another girl named Lain? There are two Lain's but, we just share a name. Not looks or personality.
LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN LAIN
I am not Lain. Lain is just a name. LAIN is a combination of sounds that humans use to communicate with each other.
Lain IS my name. I am Lain in the sense that it's my name but, in reali.....no...wherever I am now Lain is what people refer to me as.
Well, they used to. Lain is a name, who is the one who has the name Lain. What is she? What am I? Or am I an it? We're all its, right?
I'm confused. I miss Alice. Maybe I could rewrite things again? Before this all happened.
It's so easy. But if I keep rewriting things, don't I make whatever actual existence I had even less meaningful?
Alice deserves to be happy. I don't even exist.
P
A
I
N
Is this love I feel? Alice.... Alice...... Emotional love, not sexual. Can there be sexual love?
L
O
V
E
I guess I don't exist, for sure not now. So, in a sense, I'm dead. Everything I've learned tells me that after death must be a rebirth so,
all I can do is wait for what's next. If nothing happens, maybe I'll just make myself be reborn. I have total control. I'm what they call.......
G
O
D