04.08.2025
Central Line into work
She wanted one eyebrow to be blue and the other to be green.
‘Why?’ they asked.
She said to be different. To be able to waggle her eyebrows so as to be received in a polychromatic perception. To confuse in blue. To judge in green. To be playful in colour.
They told her it was discordant, disarranged, disparate.
She said it was outrageous, outstanding, an outlier of style and sophistication.
Those are not good things they said.
Who are you to be gods of society? she cried.
We will have our wish upon a dish they proclaimed. There is a law of the face which we cannot misplace. For to do so would be disgrace.
So she shaved off her eyebrows and she unveiled her eyes, one blue and one brown. It was the talk of the town.
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