He looked too crisp, too coordinated, like someone who had escaped from the front cover of an out-of-date men’s fashion magazine. He seemed to have taken ownership of a complete tonal range and then embarked on a crusade to shade the world accordingly. Nothing clashed; each crease was perfectly sharp. And he walked like a man who had discovered the secret to the universe. What he didn’t realise was that his sublimity clashed with everyone else’s reality in such a way as to render the actual impact he made the complete opposite of that to which he aspired.
7th April 2017, 100 words