The scrunchie sits on the dresser not alarmed by my passing The scrunchie sits unburdened by the twists and turn of everyday use. The hair band is lifeless and yet more content than I will ever be. You see, I’ve dug myself in a hole, I’ve built myself 4 walls, I’ve lost myself in the cascade. For what is a house without someone to occupy it, and what is a wall without something to capture, and what is a scrunchie without hair for it to hold. - AC