One Morning, Two Revelations, Three Minutes

1)
Playing with my right earlobe on the bus, I suddenly think: I am ready for a new tattoo or piercing.

I seem to crave modest modifications to my body every time I desire a change and it makes me wonder why I am not the type who will be satisfied with something less drastic (and with less far-reaching consequences) - like a new pair of boots or CD or book.



2)
My thoughts and memories - reflections - seem to be triggered at random by any or all of my five senses.

Reading: "Her eyes mimicked the sky" (Kellerman, Jonathan, 1987. Over The Edge, p. 349.); remembering: the color Anna's eyes - the clearest aquamarine when the sun lights, however obliquely, on them - what I always imagine the color of the sea will be if I scuba-dived in a reef on a midsummer's day.

A sea I will gladly explore for an infinity to come.