Ghosts

“So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”

- Stephen King, DARK TOWER

I learned a valuable lesson today. Don't straighten your dry hair and then cut it; you will then need to locate the nearest paper bag to breathe into as you stave off hysterics after you have washed your hair and it inevitably goes into riotous curly revolt, and is thus, much shorter than anticipated. Better yet, probably better to not cut your own hair to begin with. Maybe. Certainly, if you haven't been trained at all. [I have, actually, and it's still a colossally stupid idea.]

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