As in a dream or a Kafka story, I keep cutting my own bangs, yet they somehow remain the same length. I notice a strand (or two) that is suddenly as white as a cat’s whisker before wiping the trimmings from my face, the sink, the scissor blades. The task appears complete. But then, the very next day, my hair gets in my eyes again. Which either means it grows back overnight, or my forehead is shrinking?!?
Well, then 