My second voice

I haven't left the house for days and i t ' s b e e n even longer since I combed my hair. As I st o o d in front of the bathroom mirror, I took a few strands of hair and straightened them with the flat iron. How curious... My hair is now blonde, but I don't remember dy ing it , and if I had, it would have seemed an inappropriate color to me . Then I remembered my mother... those days when she was very sad because she felt that the world was falling apart, she used to g r ab a delicious beer. But she didn't drink it. She w o u ld pour it into a bowl and take it out to sunbathe on the balcony until it p r e tty much boiled. O nc e it cool e d d o w n she w o u ld spill it ov er her head; and her hair, which was already light, turned very blonde. While I straighten my last  lock of  hair,  I think of The Fox from The Little Prince for whom wheat meant nothing before because unlike humans he did not eat bread. But now, every time he went through a wheat field, he wou...