PARIS JAPONICA (OC STORY) ENTRY 1 (PILOT)

today i went to the store, the same very complicated but incredibly familiar trip: hallway, right, stairs, scary elevator, right, then left into the tiny alley, then knock on the cigarette yellow curtain window. I also didnt venture out anywhere else out of curiosity, im scared of getting mugged. Although it isn't as common in this part of the Paris Japonica.

im glad that nobody stole the copper from the already scary elevator

i made some tea and when i was about to sit down, a client shows calls me and tells me she wants a session, i'm nervous as fuck cause i never really got a certificate or anything, i don't wanna fuck up because of my poor judgement... WHO CARES ANYWAY? IS THIS FUN? I'll be fine, i can distance myself, i do it all the time.

(i don't remember last week at all)

i sit there, in my dirty beige couch (it hurts bc the texture of the fabric is really harsh), worrying and ruminating. I was about halfway into my 10th cigarrette when i hear a knock and, well, my home aint big, the window from the entrance frames me like a painting of a pensive rat.

i fight my instinct going towards the door and putting my hand on the door handle, a reluctant girl greets me. "This is Dr. Geneviève?" Yeah, i reply, that's my monicker, take a seat (i hesitate and point at the wooden chair as opposed to the sofa of pricks and despair)

btw my name isn't genevieve

if that wasn't clear

anyways where was i?

she takes a seat, i turn on the vent because the atmosphere is dense in carcinogens right now, and the moment i sat down she started introducing herself and what she's going through as if she had her dossier ready to go in her head. She says her name is Lenka.

Lenka: Hi, my name is Lenka, I'm 26, an artist but primarily I've concerned myself with the apocalypse to come as a militant of the Amygdala branch of the freedom persists movement. We're kind of in charge of learning new fears, you see.

FG: Is something about your occupation being particularly hard on you?

Lenka: It's getting scary, like really scary. they've already used lethal force against a guarded caravan, people dont believe shit, say we're just paranoids. The old ones say those times are long gone but all i see is wishful thinking. It's hard to convince someone about the actual end of the world, funnily enough... we're more than them but they have more than all of us together. Even though there's been rumors that there's been a sort of falling out between Mars Beyond and General Logistics. Somehow i feel as if they want us to lower our guards so they can swoop in for the kill, their actions have only suggested this more and more these past years and so many people seem to not have a clue they are that much of a threat. Some even suggest that we could benefit from them interfering. Those cunts really put effort into erasing themselves form history. If people truly knew, maybe nobody would think that... I'd hope so.

I wish they could just explode and go to hell, they make everyone's lives harder, people die because of their hoarding, people lose people because of these- almost... non peoples.

Fake Genevieve: ... i SEE

FG: So... do you just not see a way out?

Lenka: More like the true way out is too unlikely... too many things have to come into place. An old ass detractor of the GL used to say they had more weaponry than people and more bullets than finger nails. When he said that to me that at first i thought "what a weird way to speak, but maybe he's bluffin, you never know"... we'll find out at some point and that scares me.

FG: A lot of unlikely things took place already for us to be here, tomorrow a black hole could die and it's gigantic fucking death ray could end us in a second. If the planet was a bit further from the sun there would be nothing here. Just remember you can't move the planet by yourself and you yourself cannot be the death ray or the black hole to erradicate these worries.

Lenka: I know but-

FG: I'm just saying the world spins around and we cant grab a mound of dirt expecting it not to... That being said though, i'd like to add to this. We have to keep in mind that element of surprise, unexpected good. Things might get much worse, but it doesnt all last forever. Sometimes when it ends it's a surprise itself. Doctor's orders, for you to take home, cherish the peace you still have in mundaneity. The scaffolding you build around this empty primordial void of want and worry may not resist a cataclism, but it can be rebuilt.

Lenka: You talk in riddles and it's kinda pissing me off. I think i understand, though i dont see how this helps me. Just lay down when the boot tries to squash us? Are you GL? There's gotta be something to be done and someone to do it. The moment you're aware of this you have the duty to act, to fucking help somehow.

FG:What im trying to say -I guess -is uhm... Maybe the worst could happen, and when youre nothing but a bundle of loose thread, the only way to not decay into an untimely death might just be to sew yourself together. Though I can't say whether or not we're great seamstresses... I know i struggle sewing buttons on my shirts.