i often fantasize about shaving my head. all of it. chop chop. gone. i am so curious about the feeling and how it would look. but so far, i am obviously too attached to my hair, since it didn’t happen yet…
after 10 years (!) of living far from my parents, the umbilical cord is thicker than ever. i don’t even try to practice non attachment when it comes to family and friends. even though, indirectly i do all the time, by choosing to move around. what a paradox.
the neck keeps the head attached to our body. how lucky, because if it didn’t, i am afraid mine would float away, high in the sky, up in the clouds and never come back down again.
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