day 175 of 365 ; 24.06.26
a hair cut and temporariness
watching locks upon locks of jet black hair fall to the ground in the most satisfying yet horrifying snips instilled a two-step chain of thoughts in my head:
“wow i should get a picture of that dustpan full of hair”, followed by “nah i’ll witness this again when i cut my hair months later”
underlying these thoughts is the concept of permanence, of the fleeting, of the desire to capture and immortalise all the fleeting little moments in life
i guess this sort of harks to the whole iffiness of the 21st century - how we like to keep a record of everything and how anxious we are as a result; and more deeply how technology has enabled us to keep an easy record of anything
in the midst of all this, do you feel a sense of release and indulgence when you stop capturing the everyday or the littlest things and instead say to yourself: “ah, the time will come again”?
i think we need to be mindful of what we immortalise. where is the needed contrast and contradictions in life if everything is immortalised?
what shall remain mortal and temporary shall remain of its time and space
the letting go of the small moments instead turns into a luxury and combats an unnecessary anxiety. knowing that time passes and will repeat itself is a sense of assurance that is much needed
to my fallen locks of hair now in the trash can, i will see you after many moons - that is a luxury i can afford because i know my hair will grow; to my new fluffy messy hair cut, i will see the many faces of you in the many reflections i catch
