for real though it's literally been my lifelong dream that someone would just invent a pill you could take when your hair reaches a length you're happy with and it stops growing. i know we talk a lot about flying cars but i feel like i've lost an even more profound future
Wolfe: then as in the portrait I had seen from time immemorial ago, and in my childhood recollections of her: her hair was fixed in time as if in amber, ever the same
Le Guin: but we know that no hair ever stays the same, and it is an act of continual care to maintain—even as it shifts, sighs and rustles like the sea: high tide shorn back to low, and ever the slow gray of winter creeping in