There’s death and decay everywhere, and nothing is spared - whales washed up onto the beaches become unrecognizable masses of grey meat, with staring, dead eyes, softened bones and detached fins. All around, we see just how powerful this gas is. This poison in the atmosphere is an ominous, thick fog, which can send people into a state of hallucinogen-infused sleep before ultimately killing them after prolonged exposure.
Armed with this rod, Mo must visit each of the islands and attempt to restart the fields and purify the surrounding air. To perform her work, she wields a very important, imperial-looking staff, which she uses to gain access to places unreachable to anyone other than her. Mo is the person responsible for maintaining these force fields, and thereby responsible for ensuring the safety of the other inhabitants where this story unfolds. The islands that make up her home are being assaulted by a corrupting gas, and the force fields that keep them safe have been turned off. The 2D hand-drawn world of our hero, Mo, is decaying. This situation is the allegorical center in Minute of Islands. In other words, being an ‘important individual’ sometimes translates to ‘someone who can treat others with impunity’. The other side of this is that it can also became a potent alibi for the abandonment of basic aspects of life, like family connections and the need to cultivate relationships. It’s not just a ‘badge’ that demands respect, it can sometimes morph into a psychological shield - an elevation where we place our presumed societal standing.
In fact, being assigned a crucial duty, for some of us, is a dream come true. I think most good people try to become (and remain) productive members of society, and we condition ourselves to be physically and mentally able to perform tasks of various difficulties. WTF Why is it a guessing game to figure out which terrain I can walk on ?! HIGH Unique visuals, both dreamy and nightmarish.
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