Dark Blonde
<p>I am seated at the Unicut, settled in the red pleather captain's chair. My glasses have been removed. My body and clothes have disappeared under a generic black smock. I am just a head now, in a foreign country where I don’t speak but still need. My head is a fresh sprout bounding up from a mound of dirt.</p>
<p>I look unruly and need to look like I understand rules and can fall in line with them, whether true or not. I feel now in my modern world that there are rules for rebellion even, that the only parts of me that can’t be categorized are what most will never know and not see. These are also my favorite things about me; they are not secrets. I think this time in human history places limitations on most people's desire to know each other. We can know so much that we forget to ask what people want us to know about them.</p>
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