Because this substance carries personal information, I was a little surprised when the barbers were happy to give me their trash. Of course, I treaded it with a lot of respect.
The same night of picking up the hair, loaded with information, DNA, I washed the hair with olive oil-soap in the shower.
This was an intense experience.
From the moment a human part is disconnected from the human, we are discussed by it, even-though it was part of us a second ago.
Spit, hair, nails, teeth, dirty memories.
At night, when touch the water, I feel every detail.
It could have been my imagination but washing hair of thirty different people at ones felt like processing all of their memories, saved in matter, trough my hands.