“See, I bet you didn’t even know there was a person in there.” said the pretty hair stylist, holding my newly shorn head and admiring her handiwork.
She was right. I’d let my hair and beard run wild in a state of distraction, and my personhood had been feeling debatable.
But thanks to this process of subtraction, a person had been added back into the world. Meanwhile, a slower form of subtraction was happening just down the road, at my grandfather’s house, where my mother was dying of cancer.