Hello, Good-bye

An endless stretch of beach blanketed in heavy fog, littered with slumbering rusted debris, half sunken at unnatural angles in the sand.

Industrial bunker tunnels that seem to go on forever. Sometimes the lights shut down with a heavy mechanical thunk and you have to ignore the echoing sirens until the red emergency light comes on. You have to ignore the way the sirens get so loud, they start to twist and melt together into something like screams. There’s an echoing footfall matching your pace, but occasionally it will disobey your pattern, and you’re saddled with the fact that it might not be your own.

Bedsheet embroidered with human hair from a severed head by the Countess of Derwentwater, 1716

The 300-year-old linen was embellished by Anna Maria Radclyffe in memory of her husband James, who was beheaded for treason in 1716.

The third Earl of Derwentwater and grandson of Charles II, he was 26 when he was executed for his involvement in the first Jacobite rebellion.

The woman says, "But I just got this special new kind of conditioner."

The man relents and the salon woman starts washing his hair. While she's in the middle the man says, "You never said what kind of conditioner it was. What kind is it?"