- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
A Mannequin’s Truth
Fashion left her naked in a high street window like a recurring dream where you can't scream – some blame automation, others online shopping.
Her cobalt glance, the tilt of her head for the silence in the beggar's jobless hands, for the bundled street sleeper, his burnt blanket in a empty doorway.
Hers is not alopecia or chemo, hers is the cruelty of commerce when it can no longer dress you leaves you bare of a crown. People pass then look down. Eyes to the right, eyes to the left, they don't lie, it's a myth.