“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
one of the great things about jangmi was that she obtained control in other ways that didn’t require immense help from others. she had the wits to get her in the places she needed to be and had no problem struggling to get there. in a visual way, she was fighting for herself and that inner flint of desire to seek the perfection she wished to view in the world. whether it was physically or metaphorically, she was keen on building herself up to that point of glory. and yet, despite such seemingly pure intentions, she always seemed to somehow get herself in trouble. when she switched lives with her twin sister the change in location and adaption nearly caused the big secret to be revealed as there were certain specifics the pair didn’t know about each other. or how on occasion she’ll be staying over at someone’s home and realize later on certain people where not informed of her presence and saw it as something secretively sultry or discreetly toxic. but out of all of her unplanned chaotic outcomes and self desires this painted– or shall i say sprayed scenario was one of the more humourous ones. she felt no guilt like always too, and his retort only caused her eyes to obnoxiously roll. how could she forcefully ‘talk him into’ doing something he had the control of determining? she wasn’t that controlling.
and her eyes rolled, those little brown irises swarming in the horizon of her lids as she merely mocked his statement while she was cleaning up the mess they had created. it was a two part crime after all. “are you chickening out now? its already been done.” she was referring to the graffiti on the brick walling, all frugal and colourful. “if you don’t want to sign your name just use some sort of code, like a123. don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” that last line had her snorting too; who did she even have to tell? no one. “i think it turned out pretty nice though, better than my last attempt at block art.”


















