you can take off your glasses

you can take off your glasses is about the moment you sit for a haircut and the barber or whoever says “you can take off your glasses”, and up until that moment is over.

Getting your haircut is about desire and longing, in a barbershop, on a roof, near a basement drain. The swirling identity crisis of the blurry you, versus the you in the mirror, versus the you in your head.