WHO ART THOU?

- me?! -

ENA came out when I was still in highschool. Which definitely shows how young I am in the grand scheme of things, so sorry if you assumed I was an old wise man. I instantly fell in love and it showed. Everyone I knew at the time TO THIS DAY labels me as "that one chick who likes ENA a lot." Which I am OK with because that is an awesome title.

I spent a lot of my time watching episodes (two of them, one of which had very recently been released,) over and over again. When I was depressed, when I was bored, when I wanted to throw something on the TV while I worked on some project for art school, I watched ENA. I watched it until I memorized the dialogue. Until I could perfectly recreate every sound effect in my head. Until I could draw every character from memory at every angle. I fell in love with ENA herself. I wanted nothing more than to fully understand this weird little lady who had come into my life at such a pivotal moment.

ENA is, without a doubt, what I consider to be the most influential piece of media to my life. I have made artwork based off of it, I have written fanfiction about it. I have watched it and re-watched it and re-re-watched it. I considered making "This is very important. Very very VERY important. Very very much much. Imperch." my senior quote. Despite this, though, I view the team behind it as nothing more than a few humans who created something wonderful. My manic obsession with their artwork is my own little pocket dimension of obsession that should in no way be associated with them.

I have loved ENA since 2020 and I am sure I will love her until the day I die. Through all of the bullshit and bad days and nights spent crying on the bathroom floor I always imagined her there beside me. I associate her with everything good in the world. Sunshine and winter air that pierces your lungs when you inhale. A bell tolling in the distance. I think of ENA whenever I see something beautiful or feel like I've accomplished something great. We smile and laugh and hold each other close. We throw shit and cry and punch walls because life is fucking hard and we're two weird girls trying to figure it all out.

- this world isn't made for weird girls. -

I've never cried as hard as when the trailer for Dream BBQ came out 2 years ago. I was having one of the worst experiences of my life. The first 8 hours of the day were spent blacked out in my shitty art school dorm. I stumbled my way across the city, ended up on my ex boyfriend's couch after getting more inebriated than I had ever been up to that point. I watched that damn video the second it came out and cried. Not the kind of crying where you feel sad, but the kind where you feel like someone is tearing at your chest with their bare hands. Ripping out your heart in a desperate attempt to make you feel something deeper and more complex than you ever could have imagined. I spent an hour sobbing like a child over that fucking YouTube video. ENA was almost like an angel had been sent to tell me things would be okay. Even if they weren't. Even if the world was falling apart around me I knew that this silly little character made by some guy I've spoken to once or twice would always be there.

ENA is so, so important to me.

ENA is so, so important to a lot of people.

But mostly to me!!! I win!!!!