Lamb's Ear Jacket—Black Wool BoucléThey wore red tights for the occasion of an existential crisis. Accepting their weight, the foam of the couch recoiled into familiar obedience under its drab velvet skin. They closed their eyes and remembered a plant in the garden of childhood: Lambs Ear. The child pulled a leaf, and then regretted the small violence of the tear, not yet conditioned to ignore the brutality of casual detachment that would inevitably dull the vulnerable edges of youth.