Vivien Trousseau 1

Vivien stared at trisha in a time loop and then looked down.

-You want to marry Jason Kang?

-Yes.

-For what reason?

-I love him.

-Everyone whom you love seems to have died off.

Trisha stood up from her seat and began to walk around. What the fuck was her mother talking about? What the fuck did she know about her? Who the fuck was she to judge her? She got her mandates from THE ALMIGHTY!!!!! JEHOVAH!!!!!!!

-I'm going to marry him.

-And this Jason Kang, does he love you?

-Yes.

-He does? There's a rumor in Hollywood that he's going out with the latest IT girl.

-It's not real. He loves me.

-Has he made any promises to you?

-No.

-What of Percy?

-Percy?

-Yes Percy.

-Who's Percy.

Vivien stopped questioning her. It was clear that Trisha was going insane. Vivien put on her glasses and began to prepare her notes on Lolita. Lolita, what a strange novel. These young new england girls were crazily sexual behind their persona of Puritanism. What did she care. Her heart had becomes stone over the years. She no longer cared for people and she found herself secure that way. She did not want to feel. More died of heartbreak, anyway. Outside, she could see the sun rising. It was beautiful, the burning ball of the sun. the sun sun, bleeding orange in the morning to dive upward into the sky.

Trisha. who was she. not one commandment did she follow. she needed to obey someone. maybe this Jason Kang was a sadist or a sado-masochist. no one quite understood Jason Kang, but she began to understand him a little bit. Time's entrepreneur of the year. This man wanted to take over the entire economy and he believed that he was destined to do it. how had this girl, how had her girl, trisha become so intensely stupid. Like most intellectuals, she was intensely stupid.

tears began to drop from trisha's blue-green eyes. suddenly, she began to understand how much she had made gabriel suffer. these asians, the would never surrender and we had started the war, we wanted to be like God and now there was no way of stopping this monstrous reality. more tears fell. tears heal nothing, drying so soft and cold. she loved jason kang and she would make him hers no matter what. the tears stopped.

down the staircase

of fashion

minted her wares,

moist her lips...

shall i compare thee to a winter's day

thou art more dry and loathesome

queer winds do streak the leaves of decay

and winter's lease is all so vogue...