I might just be giving myself permission to change horses in mid-stream. I might. Ms. cardboard cone lady keeps talking to me. She is supposed to be one thing but she's screaming at me that she's another. At first I just ignored her, cardboard shouldn't speak after all. People who admit to hearing cardboard talk get sent places with padded walls- quiet, kid free, places with medication readily available.... She is supposed to be "The Keeping's", a work about the physical items we keep from childhood on and how we use them to define ourselves, correctly or incorrectly. "But look at me" she says. "I have a really cool shape with my long thin cone body ending in tiny shoulders and topped by a head tilted upwards. I already have a message. You don't have to shape one to me, it's there. Please don't distort me." OK, I hear ya. All last night I have wandered past you, wondering how I would do your hair, what is the right answer- wi...