 I'm making plans for a new tattoo. In fact, the next time you see me, it'll probably be eternally etched into my skin. And every time I dream about the next installation on the art gallery known as my body, I find myself reflecting on who I am, on who I've been, on who I still might become. You see, I want to literally live my life on my sleeve, a reminder to myself and anyone with eyes to see, a reminder that in order to know where I'm going, I have to know where I've been.