In the first half of the last century, Aldous Huxley and George Orwell delivered two dystopian fiction novels of mindblowing foresight. Between them, this pair of English boffins imagined a near-future world that decades later is all too familiar to us today: an increasingly homogenised, authoritarian and medicated society where privacy is rapidly becoming obsolete. Neither Huxley nor Orwell, however, ever predicted flower beards.
At no point in either Brave New World or Nineteen Eighty-Four, two books frequently cited as among the most prescient ever written, did anybody bury flowers in their facial hair for the purpose of merely showing people that they could. But here we are, in 2018, as the walls of Jericho crash around us, inserting little flowers into our beards.