I can’t believe it… That’s the fifth person giving me one of these weird looks. Right, I did not comb my hair this morning. The decision came up just after my morning shower; smoothly my hair leaned onto my ears and whispered “Let us be; let us be”. I had no choice, between me and my hair, they are the wiser, they are the one with the “white”. I guess hair as well have their right to freedom of expression.
A Fish on a Hill 