She told me how sometimes her or her friends just felt like having western eyelids that day. It was fashion. Temporary.
The intersections of performance and self-image collided via wallet-sized photographs of a friend's sister. She had recently had her eyelids sliced and sewn. We dug our fingers into the shag of the living room carpet, unwrapped burritos and beer and pondered how applying glue to your eyelids could ever be considered
an accessory.
