found drama

Twenty-first century reconstituted strip mall; buried in sand but well-contained in some impermeable geodesic dome.  We (A. & I) descend through the longest escalator in history into this gray-lit, half-closed-and-boarded-up mall.  My tattoo artist is here.  When we arrive, I have forgotten what brought me there.  A new tattoo?  Something else?  She seems happy to […]