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The Weeknd used to have some hair. It reached up from his head like a giant, curling wave just on the precipice of crashing down on his forehead. (Or, as The Cut’s Ashley Weatherford put it, a flaccid penis.) It was distinctive. It was dramatic. Frankly, it ruled. And then, one September day, just like that—gone, without so much as an explanation or a note goodbye.

In many cases, we’re forced to go through life without ever really knowing why a celebrity does or (does not) cut his or her hair. But after more than two months, Abel Tesfaye has finally broken his silence.

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“The vision wasn’t there anymore,” he told DJ Zane Lowe from BEATS 1 during an interview:

“It was there and then just like the music, it was getting really sad. It was the greatest feeling of all time [cutting it off]. It was so good. I could sleep better, I felt lighter, and when I perform, I perform better and feel better, it’s cool. The best part about all of it, I get to wear fucking hats again. Wear a fucking cap and walk into a restaurant and nobody knows it’s you, it’s the greatest feeling.”

The hair went where everyone’s hair goes when it’s finally cut: Into a safe, for use on a later date.

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Optional Semi-Related True Story: A friend of mine is an artist, and was recently describing to me her latest project, which involved gluing clumps of her hair to a foam board.

“Wait, why do you have clumps of your hair?” I asked, concerned.

“I save it when I get it cut,” she replied.

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“In WHAT?” I asked, mystified.

“In a box. I keep it under my bed,” she said.

“So...a hair box.” I said, less a question than a statement.

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“I guess,” she said.

“Great,” I said.

The End.