hair salons are the exact medium in the universe. seemingly no laws. no management. it's just girls and gay men doing hair for really cheap or too much money. when you're in a hair salon with other people, you become blissfully ignorant to anyone. there isn't a rhyme or reason for why you're all there. you just want your hair cut. but the workers there don't really know what's happening either. they've only been given one task: cut your hair. when did they go to school for this. how did they have the time. what is reality for them anymore.