very soon

I chopped my hair off on Sunday. Not all of it, of course -- I suspect I have a funny-shaped head under all this hair -- but a good seven inches or so. It was time. I haven't had my hair as long as it was, halfway down my back, since I was a little kid, and I grew it until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I chopped it off.

It was sort of symbolic, the purging of my long hair, in the strange way that I make all significant changes in my life symbolic. Every piercing that I've ever gotten (with the exception of the four holes in my ear lobes that I got when I was a kid) has had a hidden meaning, or something it's meant to remind me of. I never share those. The hair, though -- in my mind, that was about shedding some recent burdens that have been troubling me lately.

I've been struggling with my own involvement in life lately. It happens periodically, something like a mild-grade depression that makes me want to distance myself from everything for a while. I'm a big fan of escapism, to be honest. I haven't been called on it this time, to the extent that I usually am -- maybe everybody else is feeling distanced right now, too. No more potential stalkers have come out of the woodwork; in fact, the one I had seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.

I took a trip to the San Antonio Zoo with my friend Kara on Saturday and pulled out my camera for the first time in a very very long while. That was good, too, my return to photography. Then Sunday, the hair went away. It's better now.

So there you have it. My silence is broken, and with it gone, the writing is bound to come back soon, accompanied by new and interesting pictures. Very soon.