I think I just need to figure out my identity first. This world is way to full of death, destruction, and cultural differences.
I will become a prophet.
I could draw the Mona Lisa if I wanted to.
Was that building blue?
I have no idea who this road was named after.
I guess I am getting older. My memory is a tad bit foggy.
Perspective is the key to understanding the narrative behind Satrapi's Persepolis. As she begins to mature, she gains a better understanding of the nature of the world around her. She becomes a witness to her surroundings, effectively altering her perceptions.
Uncle Anoosh once told me to never forget what I had seen or heard. How could I possibly forget?
The lack of color adds to the significance of perception as well. Of course Satrapi is talented enough to integrate color into her work and more detailed backgrounds, yet her decision to choose simplicity intensifies the atrocities produced by war. It is not normal to see blood line the streets or bodies covering the road.
I remember the vendor that was sitting right outside of this store. That is where I purchased my rebellious items. Funny how some music and punk clothes is considered treasonous.
The simplicity also addresses the concept of memory. How much do we remember and in how much detail?
Although our memory at times may turn out foggy, we seem to never forget the lessons and values we garner from our childhood. To "never forget" is exactly why Persepolis was written. Uncle Anoosh would certainly be proud.
We take the lessons from our childhood and put them into action in our adult lives. We are not as innocent as we used to be, but we have learned to manage the world around us despite the trauma. We fight back in the presence of oppression.
Of course it was both terrifying and exhilarating, but I learned to continue to find my identity. No government should put limits on style.
And... we always seem to find our way back home. It is where our lives began; it is where the first lines of our stories were written.