In the quietness of the morning, I got myself up and wandered the house. I found a pair of scissors in the sewing cabinet and decided to experiment. The cutting of different textures; the fall of freed shreds; the creation of new holes. I snipped my pyjamas. I snipped the sewing seat. I snipped my hair. I was three years old or so I think at the time. Things haven't changed a lot these days...only I know how to do it more constructively.
Actually I'm not sure if I snipped my hair back then but I did today. With the ends beginning to get raggedy I'd started pondering the clarity of a fresh cut. I'd even toyed with the idea of doing it myself. I'd done it once before. Today I simply decided I would.