Nearly everything I do is for the Collective. I am pre-disposed to it. I was raised to it. And after a lifetime of reflection, I remain committed to it. “They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”

This is part of a series on my Santa Perpetua tattoos. You can read the rest in the tattoo category on this blog.

This one I simply feel in my bones. It’s on my right forearm because I am right handed, and this sentiment fuels my interactions with the world. No further pontification.

I’m so grateful to Santa for making it beautiful. She melted some transfer paper in water, splattered me with the water, and then meticulously tattooed each spatter mark.