I used to love blogging because I loved leaving traces of my life. I said it below: I throw documents over my shoulder and I continue down my path.
I got my first tattoo yesterday. That is not a document that I can throw over my shoulder. It is a document that is literally on my right thigh.
I had an image in mind for several years. It spoke to my thinking, spoke to many of my concerns. Now it is on my body. Last night, as I fell asleep with my leg wrapped in saran wrap, I thought to myself: "I no longer understand what this image means."
Perhaps someday I'll understand again.
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