In this new religious following, the nuns and
monks walked about all day in robes of differ
ent color and ornament, designating their po
sition and function. Although this was a new
religion, one born in our very own times, only
the high priest —they were and could only be
twelve—wore a robe that was different from
everyone else’s. The belief was that the men
or possibly even women—we, most likely
would never know—in these distinctively
unique robes should always remain hidden,
that only by virtue of their invisibility will the
human race endure. It, as a result, goes
without saying that the robes worn by these
men or women will never be seen, unless of
course by accident.
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It all happened when he stepped out of those
impeccably ironed Italian handmade suits
into rags. Now, that he had taken to religion
and charity giving, he left his expensive blue
car with leather seats rotting in the parking
space. Instead he walked everywhere wearing
only hand-me-downs, refusing to buy new
clothes. Even if someone had gifted them to
him, he would have insisted on dirtying them
right away.
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Fashion magazines have had a posthumous
revival even after we had stopped wearing
clothes, altogether. For some reason, it didn’t
matter whether we had ever worn clothes at
all. Often, however, just for fun, or for some
aesthetic or haptic and perhaps sexual plea
sure, a sole dress, or a pair of pants would
be produced superfluously to comment and
moreover remind people what clothing once
must have really looked and felt like, for the
fashion magazines had begun already a long
time ago to produce something of an un
imaginable nature.
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The body of a clown, by virtue of a color
scheme, seems symmetrical, but is in fact in
tentionally sewn out of joint, as the fabric on
one side is a lot heavier than the other.
