lock of hairI saw something after getting off the streetcar tonight that was oddly disturbing: a lock of human hair sitting by itself on the sidewalk.  Part of what bothered me was its size: five or six inches long. It was alone, not in a pile with other hair or garbage. It was an immaculate tableau: a perfect twist of hair. What path did it take to arrive there?  It joins the other strange objects found around my neighbourhood, like the pants and shirts found draped across fences in a startlingly regular fashion. As odd things go, it’s not at the level of the human ear that Kyle MacLachlan finds in a field in Blue Velvet or the weird little stick figures which haunted the crew of The Blair Witch Project–it’s much more banal–but perhaps that’s what makes it all the more strange.

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