one lie already has been encoded since actually Week 6 really was all about ICEPRINCESS, that advanced speaker of polite language, that implicist who broke one little pinky promise and caused storms to erupt, yet still drew the pattern forward more, whose silence rubbed off on one, who communicated things without even trying. ICEPRINCESS wore a new sweater on Monday of the third week; it reflected exactly off classroom dynamics just do. But to call it out would have been like trying to catch a snowflake: it would have ruined it.
The variegated THETA, the ‘Kyoto bijin’ ICEPRINCESS; both were part of a dynamic of sorts, a counterpoint to the fat-girl coalition, the nerd girl quartet, the cool kids led by BARBIEDOLL, the cute as pie threesome (soon to fall apart) with IOTA at the apex. THETA stood for creation (with radical politics); ICEPRINCESS was concerned with pragmatic realities, and BARBIEDOLL liked revolution and revolt. This was the foundation for aesthetic difference, politely communicated distances between outlooks that could be overplayed but weren’t. It would mean war.
"Be whoever you want to be! March to the beat of a different drummer!”
But the nerdgirls, THETA’s nemesi, saw flaws to that approach.
"We are who we are we are because of our uniquely unique differences already. We cannot adopt colorful Korean prints; we like subdued colors, afternoon rainshowers and evenings rather than bright sunny summer days. This is Japan!”
"I didn’t even spend much time speaking to this boring subgroup of people. Spend all your time at the art galleries, Seoul is alive!”
"Maybe THETA can almost pull it off, but if a boy ever wonder candy necklaces raver style, we’d vomit!”
"Architecture, design, drawing. What else is there in life?”
She was right on this matter, at least; the architecture of the new building had driven people towards the same collection point, on the ground floor, an unanticipated strategic difference. Yet TUSK was nonplussed.
"Leaf 27, Iota 38, variant 5 of nerdgirl 2, and 1/5’s charismatic. Something is captured here; that swirl; that tumble; those partnerships of two or three that evolved. Even in the subway station; the nearby shopping mall; the movie that was seen for rest or to kill a few hours, now finally we understood. Yeah computer programmer boy said hello; and by yesterday’s close fall, it had all been decided. But if there’s one thing that missing from this sort of representation, it’s only that things ultimately, were, indeed, unknowable. I don’t know why the third teacher was so hostile; it’s undiscoverable where rainbow colors entered the Korean aesthetic palette so long ago, and birdlike, THETA became more womanly by the hour. There could be no possible decisions made that weren’t subject to retroactive review, and the things that weren’t done were the best possible things of all. Compared to the sheer convertibility of last year’s adventures, year 2 had buildings that rose out of unexpected corners, wide streets, the span of the Han River. Geography was indeed everything; it underlay it all.”
This narration does or does not make absolute chronological or linear sense, but it’s about capturing the flow of three hundred personalities, whose names can’t all be deduced, with assigned code-names for people who will forever only be known by a certain glance of eye, toss of hair, or bone-structure of face. It may not totally subscribe to conventional standards of narration or linearity, but hopefully there’s enough content in here or whatnot to capture some kind of higher truth.
The End
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