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December 14, 2024DESTRUCTION, CREATION AND DESTRUCTION
A popular quote by Pablo Picasso which you've probably heard a few times, may it be through scrolling through the internet, watching videos, analysis or other forms to have heard or read this quote is ;
But what is the conception of art? Where does art begin? Where does art end? What ***is art?***. Why does print media still exist into our modern, scientific age?
Break the boundaries of our reality. This world is a butterfly specimen, phantasmagoria, fantasy and reality align as they've been split apart, it is now time to fissure and crack it open like an egg, an embryo will hatch.
This is a novel that ends in destruction, and begins in destruction.
Take my doll hand made out of porcelain, as I wish to bring you to this world's finale, or is it even the "world's ending?". No, this is an annihilation of literature itself.
This is a denpa fan-fiction doujinshi novel by the Vita Sexualice doujin circle (Mostly written by Umisawa Kaimen, however.) which uses several characters from the Touhou franchise by Team Shanghai Alice at it's disposal, so this is **not** an original work, but does not value it any less, as this is easily is the best fanfiction I've had the pleasure to experience and witness itself die by it's own hands, choking itself out of it's own will. It influences itself off heavily from Hans Christian Andersen, french surrealistic art, Wittgenstein ( in true denpa flavour.. hehe!)
This novel had me glued from beginning to end (Or should I say, end to end.) , I have read this after I read Umisawa Kaimen's other Touhou fanfiction, "The Gymnopédies Never End" which was a spiral staircase into madness, and some of the most well-thought out surrealistic horror in only 90 pages (I may or may not write a review later about this work, too.) but god, it had me hooked, Comedic Mechanism is far less grotesque than the Gymnopédies Never End, as Comedic Mechanism does not seek to gross you out, it searches to deconstruct itself, exploding and combusting it's words all over the place, and throughout this act, I only felt as if my whole mind was nothing but a live bomb, as it'd splatter it's contents all over the room and do it all over again, a repetitive act which has only well... "blew my mind" every single time.
It takes every subjects it approaches with incredible precision and handling of the topics it aboards, it's as if this novel was a surgeon, performing a surgery on it's own cerebrum, which I struggled to understand on why it was even able to do that ; I mean isn't it ridiculous? I had to witness that act of it opening itself, it's organical matter is all over the place, the heart is where the estomac would be, it's ribcage was sawed in half, and there were three lungs as if strung up in the centrepiece of the torso.
I don't even know how it even walks, breathes or even eat, and I don't think I'll ever know. But yet, it did nothing but impress me, as despite all those factors, and performing a surgery on itself... It worked?
How did it work? That is something only this novel knows, as by the time I wanted to ask, it collapsed, and then I couldn't get a single word out of it anymore, it was mute.
But yet, I enjoyed every single moments of this bizarre and queer interaction, it's tight, iron-grip clenching down on my brain and heart, my heart raced throughout the entirety of this novel, and even as I hope to write this very review that could only describe exactly how my lecture of this felt, but what can I truly do here? It's hard to convey the words of something that's dead. I cannot speak for something that died, even less so beautifully.
This story would've just disappeared completely if it wasn't for preservation aswell too, fortunately, as you cannot acquire their digital works anymore right from it's source. (booth)
I am so fortunate this has not been lost, and preserved and translated, as while I do not grasp the full historical context behind on why this has been officially deleted, or if the doujin circle of Vita Sexualice are split-up by now, (It seems that Alya is still working and producing as of recently, though, but Umisawa seems to have left.)
This has quickly became one of my biggest inspirations in art I've experienced, and something that defines me, it is something that means "me". I only wish I could see it again.
In the future, I shall re-read this, but however, a second encounter with this novel frightens me for now, taking alot of my mental in the exchange of leaving me satisfied, and satisfied I am, leaving me hollow, but yet full at once, this is the St. Johns's Staircase I decided to descend once again, but for once, I will take a step back here, I shall sit down on this stair made out of stone, and I shall take a respite to simply think what I had read and felt throughout this.
This is quite rare for me to do this, but this left me afraid, shivering, yet I couldn't help but be amazed, this became my favourite denpa fiction I've had to experience, and is now my favourite Touhou content.
You can let go of my hand now, in reality, reader, I did not need you to hold my hand to take you to this world,
I just wanted your hand's warmth to my porcelain fable after being able to witness such a destructive spectacle, that you'll hopefully be able to enjoy just as much as I have.
A popular quote by Pablo Picasso which you've probably heard a few times, may it be through scrolling through the internet, watching videos, analysis or other forms to have heard or read this quote is ;
"Every act of creation is first an act of destruction."
But what is the conception of art? Where does art begin? Where does art end? What ***is art?***. Why does print media still exist into our modern, scientific age?
Break the boundaries of our reality. This world is a butterfly specimen, phantasmagoria, fantasy and reality align as they've been split apart, it is now time to fissure and crack it open like an egg, an embryo will hatch.
This is a novel that ends in destruction, and begins in destruction.
Take my doll hand made out of porcelain, as I wish to bring you to this world's finale, or is it even the "world's ending?". No, this is an annihilation of literature itself.
This is a denpa fan-fiction doujinshi novel by the Vita Sexualice doujin circle (Mostly written by Umisawa Kaimen, however.) which uses several characters from the Touhou franchise by Team Shanghai Alice at it's disposal, so this is **not** an original work, but does not value it any less, as this is easily is the best fanfiction I've had the pleasure to experience and witness itself die by it's own hands, choking itself out of it's own will. It influences itself off heavily from Hans Christian Andersen, french surrealistic art, Wittgenstein ( in true denpa flavour.. hehe!)
This novel had me glued from beginning to end (Or should I say, end to end.) , I have read this after I read Umisawa Kaimen's other Touhou fanfiction, "The Gymnopédies Never End" which was a spiral staircase into madness, and some of the most well-thought out surrealistic horror in only 90 pages (I may or may not write a review later about this work, too.) but god, it had me hooked, Comedic Mechanism is far less grotesque than the Gymnopédies Never End, as Comedic Mechanism does not seek to gross you out, it searches to deconstruct itself, exploding and combusting it's words all over the place, and throughout this act, I only felt as if my whole mind was nothing but a live bomb, as it'd splatter it's contents all over the room and do it all over again, a repetitive act which has only well... "blew my mind" every single time.
It takes every subjects it approaches with incredible precision and handling of the topics it aboards, it's as if this novel was a surgeon, performing a surgery on it's own cerebrum, which I struggled to understand on why it was even able to do that ; I mean isn't it ridiculous? I had to witness that act of it opening itself, it's organical matter is all over the place, the heart is where the estomac would be, it's ribcage was sawed in half, and there were three lungs as if strung up in the centrepiece of the torso.
I don't even know how it even walks, breathes or even eat, and I don't think I'll ever know. But yet, it did nothing but impress me, as despite all those factors, and performing a surgery on itself... It worked?
How did it work? That is something only this novel knows, as by the time I wanted to ask, it collapsed, and then I couldn't get a single word out of it anymore, it was mute.
But yet, I enjoyed every single moments of this bizarre and queer interaction, it's tight, iron-grip clenching down on my brain and heart, my heart raced throughout the entirety of this novel, and even as I hope to write this very review that could only describe exactly how my lecture of this felt, but what can I truly do here? It's hard to convey the words of something that's dead. I cannot speak for something that died, even less so beautifully.
This story would've just disappeared completely if it wasn't for preservation aswell too, fortunately, as you cannot acquire their digital works anymore right from it's source. (booth)
I am so fortunate this has not been lost, and preserved and translated, as while I do not grasp the full historical context behind on why this has been officially deleted, or if the doujin circle of Vita Sexualice are split-up by now, (It seems that Alya is still working and producing as of recently, though, but Umisawa seems to have left.)
This has quickly became one of my biggest inspirations in art I've experienced, and something that defines me, it is something that means "me". I only wish I could see it again.
In the future, I shall re-read this, but however, a second encounter with this novel frightens me for now, taking alot of my mental in the exchange of leaving me satisfied, and satisfied I am, leaving me hollow, but yet full at once, this is the St. Johns's Staircase I decided to descend once again, but for once, I will take a step back here, I shall sit down on this stair made out of stone, and I shall take a respite to simply think what I had read and felt throughout this.
This is quite rare for me to do this, but this left me afraid, shivering, yet I couldn't help but be amazed, this became my favourite denpa fiction I've had to experience, and is now my favourite Touhou content.
You can let go of my hand now, in reality, reader, I did not need you to hold my hand to take you to this world,
I just wanted your hand's warmth to my porcelain fable after being able to witness such a destructive spectacle, that you'll hopefully be able to enjoy just as much as I have.
March 11, 2024
This is so ridiculously good that i wish it wasn't touhou fanfiction so i could recommend it more easily. But then it wouldn't be what it is if it wasn't touhou fanfiction.
September 15, 2025
Genuinely one of my favourite horror writers ever, the vividness of its imagery and how haunting the stories are in surreal and nearly impossible to comprehend ways make for extremely uneasy yet impossible to look away from art that inspire me to write even 1/100th as well as this one day. Masterclass work.
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