Lately, I’ve been reading a flood of essays tackling anime and escapism. Meditating on the latter, it’s clear that this subject is essentially very personal, if just because the word ‘escapism’ implies that the viewer has something to escape from. Of course, there is nothing new about that idea, as everyone slips into dreams every and now then, be it occasionally dragging ourselves to the local cinema, sitting for a few hours reading a book or spending an entire evening in-front of the TV. All of that is escapism too, and it’s exactly the same as enjoying hours of Japanese cartoons, just not as eccentric. But, after all, that’s an important distinction to make, as, in the deepest depths of our hearts, I think most of us yearn to be a part of the collective, to be (seen as) normal, but fact is, anime isn’t normal; it’s niche, foreign and strange.