Last week’s entry about The Tatami Galaxy proved to be unexpectedly fruitful.  Thanks to the people who have linked back to me; you’re wonderful.

What's a Madarame-related entry without this? Screenshot shamelessly filched from Fuzakenna!.

In the discussion that followed, Radiant left me a comment with a link to an interesting video, called “Imagining the 10th Dimension.” It takes a bit of imagination to wrap one’s head around, especially once the narrator starts discussing the sixth dimension and beyond, but it’s still remarkably accessible.  Anyway, what really got me thinking was the second dimension.

If you’ve read Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, it’s nothing terribly novel.  A three-dimensional object passing through two-dimensional space would appear to two-dimensional residents like something that suddenly appears, erratically changes shape, then disappears.  Because they can’t perceive us in whole, beings without depth would only see infinitely thin, cross-section slices of us as we enter their axis.

So, basically, if we magically had our dreams of living in an anime world come true, without ANY other stipulations given to the demon/genie/goddess granting this wish, it’s quite possible that to anime characters we would end up looking like this:

So much for starting that harem.

But the fascinating thing to me, as a 2-D enthusiast, is the ensuing realization that we’re actually playing “Mr. Sphere looking down on Flatland” every time we watch anime.  What’s more, a great number of us are sexually attracted to these objects, these sexy squares to our horny cubes.  Why?  Hiroki Azuma says it’s simple Pavlovian training, and I suppose there’s no arguing with that.  Get turned on by a dakimakura enough times and it’ll get to be a habit, and I’ve met enough people who claimed to “not understand” anime sexiness that I guess it must be at least slightly unusual.

But surely!  Surely, we should also be impressed with our visual abilities, as people who partake in visual culture.  Just think: We impose depth and human proportion on an object which has none, as if everyone else goes around with one eye closed, and we simply have the instinct to look with both.

This entry was inspired by Ichiban Ushiro no Daimaoh episode 5, but this really isn't what it looks like.

There’s a bit more to be said about this subject.  For example: Where a non-anime fan will see characters with giant sweat drops and pink ovals on their faces, an anime fan will process those cues as embarrassment and nervousness.  We understand such visual language naturally, and that in itself is pretty interesting.  But I’ll leave that for another time.

Further Reading:

A Day Without Me is understandably baffled.