Dandruff (1998)
There was a man. He was just a man. He wore a tie, and socks, and shoes, and wire-framed spectacles. And he tucked his shirt into his pants and his pants were creased from sitting. And he carried a book on information systems. He analysed marketing opportunities. And the world revolved around him. And he had dandruff.
And there was a woman. She was just a woman. She wore her hair short and the nape of her neck was exposed to the world and the world revolved around her. And her neck was long and soft and warm. And her feet were cold. And she carried with her the simple idea that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And she never wore socks or spectacles because they made her claustrophobic. Even in the winter, when the snow fell, like dandruff.