I stood in the corner watching the crows. I was vaguely aware that someone was talking to me excitedly but I'd tuned out their voice and the voices of the others long ago.
People milled around the room peering at the installations I had created for my own amusement. Hunks of universal crap that I had lost interest in well before these people discovered they existed and would somehow enrich their lives and increase their social standing to be seen near.
My mind momentarily returned to this realm.
"This one in particular... I just find the imagery a stark assault on my senses, but an assault that time has decreed NEEDS to happen. I feel it somehow tears down my preconceived conceptions of the world and forces me to reappraise my view of the world..."
I walked over to her, this old hen... older than she wanted to be. The oils and scubs and skin treatments and no doubt, surgery, that she'd applied to her face over the years couldn't hide the old body the younger face was attached to. Like