II: Chinese doll….
Look at the beautiful Chinese doll. See how it differs from the rest? She can laugh. She can cry. She can feel.
But, in the end, they are all wrong about the porcelain doll with the placated smile and the auburn locks. She can't' feel.
Especially not cry, cry sadly.
Or laugh, laugh with passion.
Because, after all, she is a doll, no matter how beautiful she becomes, No matter how many layers of thick cream and figurative paint there is. She is just, and only, a Chinese doll.
They stare at her, and feel angry, because they envy her soul. They are jealous of the fact that she can be truly happy in dark times. They do not know of her predicament. She is a doll; she cannot change her emotion, because it is painted on her face in deep-set black and shades of brown. She is like that (happy and determined) because she was created like that.
So now, as the doll wants to reform herself, her whole being, she breaks. Breaks into pieces of shattered porcelain and doll clothes.
And now they clutch the pieces of her, remembering and chanting her name in murmurs and sobs.
Tenten, they say, Tenten.