He changed
his profile photograph, after he changed his haircut.
Now, he has
to deal with the response:
Hey cutie!
Nice pic!
Hey handsome!
He wants to
go back, to change, back to when he didn’t feel the need to say anything at all.
Not
anything, not at all.
He wants to
change his profile photograph to a picture of a banana.
Because he
likes them; because they represent a metaphor, of sorts; and are a private
joke, all at the same time.
He finds
pleasure in this, because he hates change so.
