Miyazaki wants that world, which is so different from our own, to exist that he unapologetically starts us there with no connection to reality. There's a world dying of industrial poison and a girl with mystical powers has her own flying contrivance, here we go. The upshot of this hard drop into Myazaki's world is my mind draws hard boundaries between that world and any other creative work; heck, any other experience.
I hope smarter people than me are psychoanalyzing his world-building process, because I'd like to create work that starts unapologetically in a fantasy world millions want to inhabit for an hour or so.
Friend me or GTFO: AOL IM - Yahoo! IM - MySpace - LiveJournal