kintsugi
the warmth of summer in the songs you write
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This is the way the world ends—
“You fool. Do you really think that is going to work on me?”
“No.”
Bang.
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chapter o. the fault in our stars
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So I'm going to save you a good deal of suspense and tell you that by the time you catch up to me here, I will have gotten all eight of the Johto gym badges, defeated my unofficially-designated rival five (ish) times, and failed precisely once in my mostly-futile bid to save my homeland, leaving Johto in ashes. Also, I'll be dead, thanks in part to the efforts of a psychic bird, a solid shot with a .36 Novum, and my own idiocy, cleverness, call it what you will. True to form, though, I'll be careful to leave this building ablaze and in shambles, just in case I had any second thoughts about not-dying.
I suppose we can navel gaze for a bit with that out of the way.
There was a quote I liked from one of those playwrights whose other works I might've remembered from high school if I'd bothered taking a practical career or going to college instead of becoming a nationally wanted terrorist. So this guy, Shakespeare, wrote a tragedy about some guys in togas who got into a fight about ruling this ancient fictional empire. In true dramatic fashion, the toga guys had a bunch of infighting, and then there was betrayal when some of them realized they all wanted to rule, so they got together and stabbed the old emperor death. He died, because that's what people tend to do when they get stabbed to death.
I didn't choose to major in literature, probably for good reason, but what stuck out to me the most of that play was this one quote: "The fault, dear Brutus," the old emperor had said, "is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings." When I read the play for the first time, I found myself nodding along, carried up in the swell and the hype. I even wrote a beautiful paper about it. Of course I couldn't blame the heavens for every bad things that happened to me. Of course I wasn't a special snowflake because I was suffering. When bad things happened to me, it wasn't because I was cursed, but because I'd done something stupid and brought it upon myself. The stars are not wish-granters or life goals or even reachable at all. They are balls of combusting gas millions of miles away. And, above all, they are not to blame for our misdeeds. For a while, I believed that.
But I grew up eventually, or maybe I grew down, because I started blaming things out of my control. I found out that sometimes the old emperor's words couldn't hold true, and sometimes we all just got caught up in the machinations of fate, and sometimes we were all helpless to forestall the aftermath. Sometimes, we can't be heroes, because the world doesn't want saving. Sometimes.
I don't know where it all went wrong, honestly. I could tell you that the day on which I got my starter pokémon was a normal day like any other, and that the fault wasn't in my stars that morning: a morning on which pidgey sang, the sun shone, life went about its boring business as usual, whatever. Unfortunately, there would be two things wrong with that statement. One, it would make for a very uninteresting beginning. And two, it would be a lie.
In fact, that day was abnormal, almost hilariously so. Fate, at least, was having a grand time at my expense. Three markedly unusual things happened in rapid succession when I dropped in to the lab in New Bark Town to get my first pokémon. None of them were really my fault, I guess, but let's be honest. Sometimes the fault really is in our stars.
So welcome, I guess. Presented for your entertainment is the not-so-short story of how I burned Johto to the ground.
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