Weirdly, i am slowly coming round to the idea of tattoos. I still have none..

For years I always thought they were a physical statement of ownership of ones body. A way of saying that a person was still in some kind of control of themselves.. of their life.

Whilst traveling and putting my body through all kinds of physical and mental abuses I felt totally in control of being out of control.. Perhaps I feel life is now galloping away and I am only just able to hang on for the ride.

A tattoo for me would perhaps be all of the above but also a punctuation mark. A moment to take stock of the now.. present in pain.

It could also just be a cool piece of art.

Once again.. love it.