I want a tattoo.
I want a tattoo that I won't ever get.
I want it in a place that isn't good.
I want it.
It doesn't make sense to get it.
What is it that I want? Four things that occupy my free time.
I want a 2x2 cell grid that holds in each square a line drawing of each the following: old time camera, book, treble clef and the theater masks. I want it on the front of my shoulder. I want it there because it's a place where I can see it. The longer I think about it the more I want it. Maybe I should wait a year and see how I feel.
It takes a lot for me to get a tattoo. I am very aware of the permanence of inking oneself. Plus I have dreams... dreams that maybe I should give up on but can't seem to. I just wish I could get my vision on paper. Maybe not being able to do that is the only reason that I haven't gotten the dang thing.
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