A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1891
I am not going to publish a picture, but I looked in the mirror just now, and my reflection was wearing the exact same hair as in my 1979 school picture. Those days, I spent a lot of time with the hair brush and the blow dryer to get these fabulous wings. This morning, I did nothing to my growing-out cut, except ignore it.
To my folly.