This is what happens when someone is intensely sheltered their entire life, left to retreat into a world that never grew up with them. It’s almost haunting—his mother, for whatever reason, hasn’t stepped in, allowing him to put these unsettling “videos” online, crude little performances using toys and Sailor Moon dolls as if clinging to a childhood that should have faded long ago. There’s something deeply sad about it, like watching someone desperately reenact memories that no longer fit, completely unaware of how the world sees them.