are you drunk
At a red light on my walk today, I took the moment’s wait to look around and was not disappointed.
We tattoo our bodies, we plaster our notebooks & laptops, we stitch our backpacks and purses with the imprints that tell our stories - who we are, where we’ve been, how we wish to be seen, understood and noted.
We parade in the guise of autobiographical billboards, lest we not be recognised as unique beings - our fingerprints of social identity.