Here we go:
This is your butt. (Okay, it's MY butt.)
This is your chair.
It doesn't matter what kind it is. This is a very cheap one, but it's pretty comfortable.
Your head can be here.
(Those are clouds from a sunset shot I took from my deck about two weeks ago.)
(The clouds symbolize "imagination," in case I'm being vague.)
As long as your hands are here...
(I really need to put on some moisturizer, dang my skin is dry!)
Someday this could happen.
That is the last line of Tobias Wolff's short story, "Bullet in the Brain" tattooed on the back of a young man who is a student at Western Washington University. Tobias Wolff was my English Lit professor way back when I was a student at Syracuse University. I can't imagine how mind-blowing it must be to see a fan permanently etch your very words on his flesh.
Needless to say, it won't happen unless you put that butt in that chair and write or draw.