Sometimes I wake up, and I look at my hair… and I just don’t even know what to think. You’ve got the appearance of two large waves crashing against each other on the top, perhaps with a tiny Moses in the middle forcing them to part. On the left, my hair cascades downward like a wild waterfall heading towards a rapids filled river. On the other side, my hair resembles a frayed electronics wire, or maybe a butterfly landing on my dome. My hair sparks my creativity, which is nice.