The Black Line.
I dreamed I was getting a tattoo on my face: a black line.
A simple straight black line, like an em dash, on my face. In the dream I was trying to find the correct position and orientation for this line but I woke up before the process was complete. Upon awakening I knew what I had to do.
I've been using a Sharpie and a ruler to draw a black line a few centimetres long on my face. Trying it in different places. One black line.
With two lines I could have a design or have symmetry. But symmetry cancels itself out, and I don't want a design. The opposite of design is an accident. And everywhere I go, I always try to make things look like an accident.
So the next time you see me I might have a black line drawn on my face. I'll have to try different positions and angles for the black line before I finally get it inked in. It might take several attempts to get the placement perfect.
It might take months.