Monday, January 24, 2011

Limbo Itself

9. "Wait, who's subconscious are we going into, again?"

We've talked alot about limbo and its dangers. But different people seem to populate and perceive limbo in different ways, mainly Mal and Cobb, and Saito.

Mal and Cobb built their own world in limbo, towering skyscrapers, even their own homes they used to live in. Cobb points out with a sort of reverent pride, "In the real world we'd have to chose. But not here." Cobb began to feel the long years stretch out, imaging them grow old and wrinkly, so to speak. Mal was more concerned with preserving their love in their world, by locking away her truth she had chose to forget. She felt limbo was not so much a prison, but an escape. When she emerged, she was consumed by the idea.

When Cobb and Ariadne washed up into the ruined city, it was collapsing under decay. No longer maintained by Cobb and Mal's minds, it fell to pieces, like the sand castles they had built upon the beaches. The shock of the defibrillator awakens Fischer, and the exploding fortress above finally destroys the city, shown by sped-up erosion and thunderstorms. At long last, with Ariadne's shot into Mal, she, as a projection, dies, taking the remnants of their limbo with her.

Saito, the tourist, was first to be shot in Yusef's rainy city, though he grimly tried to honor the arrangement. As he was the only one who could return Cobb home, dream logic dictated his fate. Saito defended his own competitor in the snow level, then fell into limbo, slightly ahead of Cobb. In his time, Saito was trapped in a prison of limbo. An old man, filled with regret that he died trying to destroy an empire, his 50 years passed in minutes for Cobb, who washed up slightly after the destruction of HIS limbo. And of course, you know the rest.

Strangely, we never see the true danger of limbo, yet we see the vulnerability of one's mind while you are in it. The true danger of limbo is not realizing you are there, which of course leaves us hanging to whether Cobb has fallen to the recesses of his own mind.

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