i had a dream the other night where i was walking around shirtless and noticed I had some new tattoos. I did some memory patching and pieced together a new tattoo idea, based off the ones in the dream.
for one, there’s a bird flying on my right rib cage towards my chest. feathers are falling out behind the bird. one of these feathers is a quill, tattooed down the bottom part of my right inner-forearm. I’m guessing this was supposed to mean that everything I write, make or do, is a product of my experience and the places ive been and seen. our actions are our journals.
i may actually get this tattoo. not sure where this dream came from exactly, but I’m glad it happened. thought that was a gnarly story to share. cheers.