The thing I miss most about having my hair cut (since I've done it myself the past 20 years) is the wet scalp massage I'd get beforehand when the stylist would tilt my head back to the little flesh-colored sink and shampoo my hair, which was then black and abundant. I can imagine it to the last detail -- her sharp fingernails, her calm but remarkably nasal voice, the shampoo bubbles crackling in my ear canal, the almost baptismal rinse of warm water -- but somehow, memory isn't enough; like you, I'd rather have the real thing. I know and appreciate what Robinson means, though, and think of it as more aspiration than reality.
Comments 3
Reply
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
Reply
Leave a comment