hair is such a defining feature, and it changes, rapidly, throughout lifetimes, things change, hair grows, grows out, is cut, and keeps getting longer and longer, with no end in sight, just keep growing unless of course it is supposed to be something, but then again, the past comes back, history is always that, history, goes in the books, because history is always being made, always being created, or reshaped, or reaffirmed, or repeated, but steps are taken, steps understood, going upstairs, or downstairs, but such things, haunts, i used to call them demons, demons that haunt my soul, but they no longer carry the pitchfork, the fire and brimstone, but a different one, a different kind, maybe a different circle of hell, but nonetheless, they reside there.