A room full of goldfish

Did you even realise they were gone?

You seem the sort of person who would not understand the importance of the unnecessary, like the feel of silk or the influence of cherry blossoms. Or of loyalty or kindness or trust. 

I did not, until today, comprehend the significance of them - satirical symmetrical comet tails of facial hair on ridges of bone -and for what? Do they serve as a relic of our shared part-simian origins, a comical remnant from the time of our forefathers? Are they objects maintained only for the enjoyment of fanatics from the cult of aestheticism?

Your orbital ridges are bald, plastic, featureless. Yours is a world without conveyance of surprise or delight or horror or anxiety. Yours is a frustratingly unintelligible, unblemished cavity of isolation. 

But you would not mourn that. To mourn that you would have to understand the importance of expression. 

But, like your missing eyebrows, this seems increasingly frivolous to you.