video: un: witdiseased

[hadbaddreams]

[She looks a little dusty from having been outside, but not worse for the wear, and her enthusiasm hasn't waned. She waves at the camera in greeting.]

Friends! Though I am aware I have recently introduced myself in another video, I feel the need to bombard you with another.

You see, in my adventures at sea I have met quite a few well decorated men and women, and was fascinated by the artwork that adorns their bodies. My explorations tell me that there is such a place here, that will place these inked masterpieces on your body, and I have decided I absolutely must try this.

But first, it is prudent to ask questions. How many of you have such things as tattoos? When did you get them? Was the process painful? Do you enjoy your artwork, or is it something regrettable?

Comments

[hadbaddreams]

I should hope they would be personal. They last forever. The pirates I sailed with would tell me stories for each tattoo. If there was truth to them I am not sure, but there was entertainment to be had in it.

And what would you get as a tattoo, my fine helpful friend?

[justamedicineseller]

[A very slow blink. He looks pensive.]

...I don't know, exactly. I have never been able to decide. That is part of the problem.

Perhaps...a butterfly.

[hadbaddreams]

And what means a butterfly to you?

[justamedicineseller]

Butterflies mean...change. The ability to adapt.

Freedom.

[hadbaddreams]

Such lovely thoughts from such a small insect.

I would choose something to represent my father. A skull with a rose growing out of it, perhaps.

[justamedicineseller]

Small creatures can change the world.

That sounds good. Important. I think a tattoo should be something that grounds you. A...compass, of sorts.

[hadbaddreams]

As do thoughts of my father ground me and yet still keep me in motion. [She attempts a smile, but it's watery and half formed.] So much the paradox.

[justamedicineseller]

I understand...what you mean.

Much of life is a paradox, indeed.