Thinking about Toriyama tonight and kind of marvelling at how SAD I am. I mean, sure, I grew up watching DBZ pretty religiously, from the start of the series right through the Majin Buu arc. But I didn't stick with it after that. I've played a couple of Dragon Quests. Played Chrono Trigger but never finished it. I think the only one of his manga I've read was a One Piece one-shot he did two decades ago. And yet, reading the news, it felt like a hole being blown through my chest.
His work was foundational, and I mean that in the most reverent possible terms. Foundational, in that without him, so very little of what I love, so very little of what I love about what I love, would exist, at all, full stop. Foundational, in that his work was so vital and omnipresent that it became almost invisible, in the way that the rotation of the Earth is invisible.
And again, I wasn't a Dragon Ball superfan or anything like that. But you didn't NEED to be. I think part of why his death is hitting so hard is that it's making me stop and consider just how MUCH he did, how it's EVERYWHERE. How its essence has endured decades, undiluted by legions of copycats, lackluster adaptation, or rampant memeification. You could, with a straight face, compare his level of cultural influence to that of Shakespeare, and that dude NEVER could have made the Dragon Quest Slime.
I dunno, man. It's gutting. It really felt like he'd be around forever. Everything that dude touched seemed to gain a certain sense of timeless eternity. Characters, monsters, landscapes, vehicles, clothes, layouts. It just seemed to make sense that he'd be eternal himself.
