It’s always a bit odd revisiting places you once frequented, a long
time ago.
There’s the hairdresser where I first had my hair bleached. I’d just
come back to work from a 2-week vacation, I needed to do something to
maintain my sense of vitality. I walked into this place on the way home
from work and asked “hi, can you bleach my hair?”. Just like that. I’d
never done it before. I’d never even considered it before.
There’s where I got my blue-coloured contact lenses, which lasted a
good few years. And there’s where I bought so many books, except now it’s
moved across the street, and has an even more overwhelmingly
bookish feel about it – classical music in the background, and
the feeling as if you’ll experience some kind of holy judgment if you so
much as sneeze in this place of peace and quiet.