If, we could say, a fancy coif stands in for the dread of anonymity (for it insures that one will be "captured" or "captivating" in the equations of desire) what does hair itself stand in for? After all, the coif is an obsolescence, and we are now accustomed to hair which is unstyled, untrained, unkempt . . . or ostensibly so. Maybe, it's a coif after all, as all hair can be placed in distinction to some primitive, prediscoursive tangle. I wonder, however, whether the overtly stylized coif, as opposed to the artfully unstylized one, expresses a fear of getting lost in large urban spaces. Has a new form of being emerged which thrives on drift within the city, that loves the taste of anonymity that the unorganized back of the head stands for? Many wanderers can drift without making a connection, as long as s/he can imagine s/he is or will be connected to the whole thing. Sometimes this connection is the function of a love that is always thwarted by the particulars--which is why a turning head can suddenly shock one into an awareness of the fragility of one's connection to the city, the universe. Perhaps, however, this new being would wander without a hidden desire to power the walk, as if the wandering was fundamental to the work of desire, and not a diversionary tactic.