Taipei black: notes on a return to country

You're in Taipei, and you're hair's black, again, a return to country. You asked once, on a videocall, fingers pulling your hair away from your skull, what colour you should dye the wheat-white strands. I wanted it to be black, again. Loved you more than anything then, but craved a return to yourself, like a return to country. Go back home, I thought. Back home to the black, to Taiwan.