THE HAIR, THE HAIR

His hair, the colour of wheat-chaff, constantly parted its thick thatch into two uneven waves, growing up and also somehow back, covering the top half of each ear. His smile (and it is always an awkward smile, to various degrees) is bookended on each side by three deeply cultivated laugh-lines. No one has ever seen him laugh. Symmetry seems to come naturally, however unnaturally it has actually been achieved.