I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The photo is dark today, but you can see my fuzzy head better than in the other photos, I think.
My hair is reaching the length at which wearing my bike helmet leaves obvious bends and indentations. I have no choice by to allow my physical self to be affected by external forces, and to display those effects.