Once upon a time, something terrible went wrong and people started to lose their skin, quite painlessly in fact and without any threat to their life.
It just fell off, like the leaves that fall from the trees in Autumn or snakes that slither out of their skin, in big chunks, it fell off, all of it.
It was then that people had to bear with the profound ugliness of their bare muscles and inner organs. At first, such grotesque sight was far beyond their aesthetic range and so some decided to cover up by wrapping themselves with coloured bandages whereas others decided to just keep their eyes closed for ever.
There were those who were quite relieved however. These threw their clothes away and walked with their beating hearts exposed and free, muscles pulsing vividly with each move, blood pumping away unmuffled.
Parents played with their unborn fetuses looking at them grow day by day like fish in a tank. Doctors removed diseased parts in parks, like clipping nails and fat was trimmed or greedily hacked in coffee shops and beauty salons everywhere. Those were the days.
Then quite suddenly and as painlessly as before, the people watched all their internal organs (which were external in reality), stomachs, bellies, brains, livers and all the rest fall on the ground with a wet, squelching sound whereas the people still remained miraculously alive and well.
Not knowing what to do with all that stuff, they decided to burn them in a big pyre which they decided it symbolised the celebration of freedom from disease and all health concerns.
Only a few artists decided that all that flesh should not go to waste and designed some weird installations which they planted in parks and squares as a reminder of all the burden they used to carry before their sudden release.
You see, this new state of being was much more pleasing to the eye than tendons and guts and nearly effortless to keep in good shape.
All people were glistering white, see through, shiny and incredibly healthy for all they had to do was keep their bones in one piece which they did.
More than one hundred years each of them lived and only did they perish when one by one their limbs turned to dust and were gently blown away by the wind, scattering them across the land.
Light and carefree they all lived until they were no more.
