in the midst of life's encrypted narratives, barbers stand as humble guardians of renewal, offering a space where one can start afresh, shearing away from the burdens of our past with each snip. they work silently, their actions a form of preexplication for the stories we wish to tell the world through our appearance, reminding us that sometimes, to move forward, we must disregard what was and embrace the potential of what could be. indeed, in their chairs, we are encrypted with the promise of transformation, a subtle reminder that in the grand tapestry of existence, change is both inevitable and necessary.