What does a bow hair remember?

I was tuning yesterday and noticed the hair on my bow had frayed at the tip—just slightly, like a whisper of wear. It made me wonder: when you play a note, is it the violin that sings, or the hair that’s been through ten thousand vibrations, holding onto every tremble? I’ve started listening not just to the sound, but to the silence after—a pause where the hair seems to hum its own memory. What do you think it remembers?