Dated: Wednesday, 25th October 2017
I have always loved these moments where I get to be with Dad as he gets his monthly? haircuts. I don’t know. But it definitely fills me with a sort of forlorn appreciation for things.
Also maybe because the act of having a haircut itself feels like an invigorating thing — like you are abandoning whatever it is that could metaphorically be attached to yourself (hair for example). Like a continuous process where you can live and let go.