So, as of now we have a love quadrangle where, not only is the love unreciprocated, but moreover, that love is directed at a labile idealization (polymer clay, plastic, and here - text) rather than the actual person.
I think, with that, like, the author is no longer cooking, the meal is almost done. All that's left to demonstrate is that the fetishism here is not aberrant, but the default.
@mangaburner1979 you had primo thoughts on this last time I remember. Something that's sticking out to me is, for all of the characters we've seen so far, the fantasizing they do is never interior in form - when they do have flashbacks or moments of imagined images, it's always fleeting, like something they're trying to suppress. and like, ig that's not how we'd typically think of "fantasy", right? their fantasies are always externalized as concrete sensuous things, as
art produced for another person. I don't even have anything articulate to say here, I'm just trying to note down my confusion / "this is weird and significant" feeling since it feels like in short order this story will get neatly wrapped up and everything will be obvious in retrospect.
tbh I didn't do all that close a read-through here, but did you see that "using you guys as their model without asking" part? idk if it's a translation artefact but that just seemed so bizarre and funny to me for a bunch of different contradictory reasons. at first I just wanted to poke fun at it but I'm getting the sense that the cringeworthiness of the whole situation here might be central to the point being made. dunno. I'll prolly reread the last few chapters tmrw and see if I can develop that.