Icaro

The dream began in the same tattoo parlor in Eastwood where Fran and I decided to get inked. I was talking to a faceless artist who held up his hands and said the tattoo should be this big and my only fear was that my body would not accommodate it properly. I said, no it can only be this big and I countered with my own hands. We both looked at my body and Apo Whang-Od's tattoo on my left shoulder. The tattoo artist pointed at my inner thighs and said dyan na lang and I quivered, threatened and afraid. So I said no, put it on my chest instead, like this. Icaro, to me, looks like a bird.