Excited to get my tattoo!
But need to decide for sure what I’m gonna get.
Sometimes I erase myself.
Literally. I’ll put on some instrumental music that messes with my brain, lay in my bed, stare into space, and Disintegrate. Dissolve. Erase. And suddenly, I am not one; but I am a million ones, floating in meaningless space. I feel as if I am free to stretch as long as the Atlantic Ocean, or to constrain into a grain of salt. I am not human. I am merely in this world, but not of...