song is hold, release, rakshasa, and the carcass

[waraeyayomae]

Hold, release. [ A subtle, swift motion by the Narrator's hands, from one side to the other. Symbolic. Wind blows, west to east. The earth turns. Time marches on. It seems she speaks not to only the mun, but to all. ]

You have done much of one. It is time for the other. [ Dark eyes stare unblinking at her audience; then, palms upwards, the eyes in the middle of her palms slowly open. ]

Saa, let us begin...

Comments

[contaminated]

[oh shit it's Bacteria Girl]

Stupid... it's not gonna last...

[waraeyayomae]

Nothing ever does.

That is the beauty of it, I believe.

[contaminated]

It's not beautiful it's ugly.

[waraeyayomae]

The duration? Or the end?

[contaminated]

All of it. All of it is ugly.

[waraeyayomae]

Oh, I know in your heart you do not believe it is true.

[contaminated]

Don't assume you know anything anything about me.

[waraeyayomae]

[ Quietly: ] Kiyoko....

[ Reaching out to her, the eye in her palm is half-lidded. ] The hope you do have, it is beautiful.

[contaminated]

... What hope? There's nothing.

[waraeyayomae]

Hope that you wish to keep, for whatever outlet you still believe there is.


Hope that you must release instead. [ What a twisted thing-- goddamn, Buddhism. ] Those attachments.... your anger if fueled by that match of hope, I believe. That is why, that is why you must let go; you will be much more content that way.

[contaminated]

You're not making any sense! Shut up!

[waraeyayomae]

I am only trying to help...