The 'Why' of Calcutta

Calcutta is, on a personal level, about my moral growth in life.

To her, the world is war, and nothing else matters. What is the point of a life's joy in the face of all its struggle? She believes people will always suffer and make suffer, with no way to grow out of this pattern. The only way, then, is another way.

In her intended story, Calcutta faces the world with all her might, and is brought down unceremoniously, left to be forgotten by the few who only acknowledged her. Of course, this is a sad and uncomfortable ending. It isn't satisfying. It isn't fair. It's exactly how it should be.

Despite this, there are people who see this unfairness, and wish it could be different. And so, they dream up their own way it could have been. Despite everything she could do, there will be people wishing she could be happy, safe, and loved.

Because they know she can be better.

No matter how much I hid myself in nihilism, fear, hate, there were people who loved me for who I was within. They allowed me to know there was something under the rubble. They let me see that, maybe, there is warmth in the world. There is something other than struggle for the sake of struggle.

Calcutta above the rest.

It's lonely up there.