notes from a person passing through

Written while waiting for the dye to set in, with a towel over my shoulder. .·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:. I dyed my hair black today. For no apparent reason. Perhaps that’s not entirely true. Perhaps I was just tired of seeing the same version of myself/my face every day. My hair had been…