It only struck me yesterday, when I went to shave my beard, that the only place there’s a mirror around here is by the dinner hand out window. In London, I’ve been used to one in my bedroom, one in the bathroom, one in the lift and handful in and around the workplace. I realised that it’s nice to be in a place where appearance isn’t an everyday pressure or a signal of social status. So I questioned why do we care about appearance and why doesn’t it matter here?

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