Sunday, June 13, 2010

On Tattoos

We've all seen tattoos of cartoon characters, tribal designs, and Chinese symbols - all trends of the moment that become just as hackneyed as the fashions of the last decade. Nonetheless, the tattoo remains. There are many sites online dedicated to bad tattoos, including those that are misspelled, poorly designed, and just plain dumb. As a lover of the human form, I find disastrous tattoos almost offensive.

In a way, they're ironic. Tattoos have become the calling card of individuality. Nothing can be more uniquely identifying than a tattoo and its placement, right? Well, in many ways, yes. But, really, no. How unique are butterflies, praying hands, and koi fish anymore? Above the ass? On the shoulder? Swimming up the thigh? Yeah, not that original anymore. Even neck tattoos evoke a slight yawning sensation in my diaphragm.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Chasing the Dead

I'm fascinated by history, mostly because of its enduring mystery. We can uncover artifacts and writings and try our best to recreate long-gone eras, but we can't ever go back. We can never know what it really was like to be one of our ancestors. We can never know the smells of Ancient Egypt, or the songs that our ancestors sang on their long journey across the Atlantic (they were singing). What was it like to share the landscape with giant animals that have long been extinct? How did it feel to be a peasant standing outside the gates of ancient Rome when they were more than just ornamental artifacts of time immemorial? How did the Chinese develop such an elaborate, yet beautiful writing system?

Saturday, April 24, 2010


Thanks for checking out my blog. It's yet another corner of the internet dedicated to one aspiring writer's need to express herself. Who am I? Good question. I'm Sunset, and I find myself chasing sunsets. Often. Ever elusive, yet constant, the sunset has always been alluring. The sun is always setting and rising, leaving its dynamic footprint across the sky. And yet, it's always maintained its mystery; it's always kept me wanting more.

I'm chasing sunsets for the fun of it. It's all about the journey. People say that all the time because it's true. And since I have no clue where I'm going, I might as well reflect on what I encounter on my way to whatever awaits me at the end of it all. Then again, maybe I'm like the sunset: always evolving and traveling, destined to leave my own footprints across the sky. Maybe my beginning is my end, and I'll always be getting started just as soon as I'm finished. And if that's true, then so are you. So, let's go.