It’s the start of September, so time to bid adieu to the classic holiday selfie: two brown knees. If it’s on the socials there might be a caption – #bestlife, #bliss – and if it’s in a text it needs no explanation at all, because its message is universal. I am in a hot place. I am doing what I please, mainly supine. I have knees.
Everyone’s knees look the same, which is weird given the sheer variety of body shapes, and everyone’s background is mainly the same: a body of water, conceivably a mountain. There might be a cocktail to the side, but there will never be anything interesting, such as a dog, because that would dispel the serenity. It would be good if the knees were just a frame, and between them some distant, barely legible scene were playing out, such as a sword fight or a harras of many-coloured horses, but that would run counter to the vibe: “I am completely at peace and definitely not seeking out horses and lying near them for clicks.”
