The pale is the trash that slowly filled up my entire living space when I had severe depression.

Huh, and here I thought it was a climate change metaphor. Feelin' pretty stupid now!

The pale hits different now that we're burning the planet to fuel glorified chatbots and image generators

The Pale is actually a metaphor for how the washing machine keeps eating my socks

""An uproar of matter, darling, rising into the pale. Rolling. Evaporating even, a great vision. The area of transition between the world and the pale is called porch collapse. Imagine a grey coronal mist, cold vapour, marked by spores of an opportunistic microorganism -- a mould that's adapted to grow at the edge of the unrest. It's... It's difficult to describe -- or even measure -- something whose fundamental property is the suspension of properties: physical, epistemological, linguistic..."

The pale works pretty well as an allegory for what's going on inside this guy's head, right down to the part about spores of an opportunistic microorganism.

Pale is not about hatred and it’s destroying all matter, not just humanity. It’s about Crypto-Conveyent Phenomena and the flow of this radiation against entropic time. In Elysium, the creativity of Magpies is literally pulling ideas from the future to create things which have yet to exist. Pale is created as a byproduct of this process. And we know that Pale appeared in tandem with humans; that other organisms didn’t have this ability. I don’t think anyone reveres social media enough to believe that its output is novel enough to be considered futuristic. It’s the same trash recycled from the past over and over.

Edit: it’s also worth noting that Harry fails to be able to discern between the effects of the supernatural, the effects of the pale, and the effects of capitalism throughout the game. Feels like this is the core of the thematic meaning of the pale.

The Pale is a vibe, the creeping understanding of everything that isn't, the realization that being capable of imagination beyond the here and now means, terrifyingly, that we can imagine absence.

We can project our thoughts into the past and the future, into what might be or could have been, into what we want and what we hate. And even once you've built the structures and systems to make ever more distant things "real," even once you can confidently say that the tree does make a sound in the forest even if nobody hears it, there is still a point that is too far, where there's nothing to work with. You can think about what led to how things are now, or where we are headed, but your narrative for it gets simpler the further out you go.

The fact that the pale is encroaching on the real does prompt a lot of things, since in that magical realism style it's like metaphor made material. Maybe it's climate change, maybe it's the mental deterioration of age, maybe it's depression. Those holes in reality, maybe they are traumas that made cracks in your Normal, maybe they are where the nukes first struck, maybe they are leaks sprung in our dimension by sci-fi tinkering, maybe they just represent the moment(s) when you first came to understand death.

The church quest is perfect, everything's so drenched in pathos in DE but it reminds you of that great hope of relief from this constant awareness of decay and collapse and deterioration. At da club, or at church, where ever you are carried away by music and dancing and the presence of dazzling lights and most importantly, lots of people with you, somehow it doesn't seem to matter so much. It's like the hole wasn't there at all.

(Also it's worth mentioning the phasmid's line about how it pities humans who don't live at the back of a funnel of reality like it does.)

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