Sep 11, 2021
Hm.
Y'know what. I'll challenge this. If for no other reason, then the sake of it. What I will say: 'This arc doesn't belong here.'
I'll set that aside for now to give my two pence on the whole arc. An origin story only strengthening my belief that Trish and Kai are just the same. Just loose threads, one strung by Paul, the other strung by this Lisa girl. It's a heart-wrenching story through show alone, then even more so when you get down to business. A life without a raison d'etre other than ending it meets a life with no meaning other than dying. It's a salutary gesture, really, a come to Jesus moment in a way, their first embrace. The brokenness subsides, the blood sticks them together, naked body against clothes, tears against tears. It's a spectacle in broad strokes, a trauma for the ages. Well done, well done.
More ends are loosened, wondering if they would ever be caught. I'd wager not. Who is this Bubbles fellow who wants them all wrapped up? Must be quite the daft twatette, no? Maxi sounds like taxi and Amir's got the spiel, but Bastien is a bastard killed by the Bitch of Brighton. Mature as she tries to be perceived, she is the most juvenile out of them all. No wonder they belong together, Trish and her. Quite a troublesome character to coalesce. Very, very well done.
That being said, why now? Knowing this so early, tsk, I'm saddened. I wanted to rake my brain more, why do you spoon-feed me? Seeing the date on the epilogue before reading it, I knew it much too well and yet, here it is. Disappointed to be right. The strength of an announcement is as great as the anticipation, but I've had naught to ruminate for it came right away. The story you want to tell is the story you want to tell, granted. We see Kai's decision, then we see Kai's cause. 5 arcs total. Putting this last is cliched, putting this fourth is a copout, putting this second is too close, putting this first is chronological, putting this third is climactic. I wonder which one is best, though. Something's gotta give and I guess something gave, a cocktail with a sour taste of Ale(?) in my mouth.
Love the novel, though. If I didn't still inhabit a male body, I'd hug Kai. But I fear she'd just slice her own throat at my very touch.
It's funny, in a way. When you see broken characters, you want to see them break and then you want to see them complete. I don't want either of those. I want to see an apathetic Kai. Someone who lives their life as a shadow of nothingness with days in a daze and shadows turning blurs turning to naught as yesterday becomes next month becomes the year she was born and the time of her death. And what keeps me going is that I know this moment is not too far.
I'm probably done for the day. I can only take so much staring at a screen. I'll see how I feel tonight. Until then,
Kind regards,
Bubbles. :3
