Three young people sit in a dimly lit plane, playing cards while awaiting arrival to their final destination.
Each person is in different stages of decomposition, their skin beginning to marble into various shades of sickly green and bruised blue. The blood on their wounds has long congealed into thick globs over the duration of their journey.
They sit in purgatory, waiting their turn to be called into fashion once more. ‘50s, ‘90s, or 2000s? Which of them will be thrust into this season's trends, only to be thrown away the next? Another 20 years left to pile up in landfills once their time has expired… beginning to decompose with the rest of their iterations.
Where do fads go when they’re no longer in style?