It had come to me in the middle of the night that hair is an alien entity. Look at pictures throughout the ages, from the white wigs to hide whatever was going on under there, to the greasy hair of the 50’s, the bee hives of the 60‘s, the wacky-wavy-puffed out 70’s hair, to the evil mullet and rats tails of the 80’s, transforming to the gel crazed 90’s with razor etchings and braids and now the wind blown atrocities that mire today’s culture. People gel their hair and make it go in a hundred different directions.
Has no one wondered about this important topic? Why does all other hair on our bodies end up in wavy matted clusters in a chia pet fashion? Yet our hair on our head has a mind of its own, naturally parting in the middle, sides or none at all. And then when we age, the hair changes colors like the fading of youth or just unroot themselves and leave.
Hair is its own life form, containing your life story in its cells and giving the outside world a visual diary of your life.
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