Black linework flash design of a floating astronaut in a spacesuit, with a dotted planet and stars, set inside a circle of overlapping triangles.

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Astronaut floating within a geometric circle

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A black line drawing of an astronaut in a spacesuit drifting head down, one arm reaching towards a small stippled planet. The suit is drawn with fine contour lines and dotwork shading on the helmet, gloves and boots. The figure sits inside a large circle overlaid with interlocking triangles, with scattered dots suggesting stars.

Geometric Dotwork Astronaut Helmet Planet Star Circle Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, the lot of you, and mind the wet on the bench. You want the one about Ada Moss and the sky over Carlisle Row? Right. Hush now.

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Ada worked the night shift on the gasworks gantry, where the lamps buzzed like wasps and nobody looked up. One February the fog came down thick enough to swallow the chimneys, and a sound came out of it, a scrape of metal and a man's voice saying the word 'down' over and over, slow, like he was counting stairs. She climbed up with a torch and found nothing but a loose ladder and a glove snagged on a rivet.

The glove was too big for any man in the yard. Her brother Tam had gone off the Clydeside cranes twenty years before, and she had never told anyone what she'd heard him say on the wind that night, which was also 'down'. She tied the glove to her belt and went home to sleep. The next night the fog lifted and the whole city was dotted with lights, every window a little planet, and at the bottom of the gantry she saw a figure turning slowly in the air, head to the cobbles, one arm stretched out towards the brightest window on Carlisle Row as if it meant to pluck it.

She never climbed again. She took the glove to the pawnshop on Lamb Street, where the owner, who had known Tam, held it up to the lamp and smiled. 'He's still out there,' the owner said, 'reaching for home. Go and wave.'

So that's why, when you walk past at two in the morning and the fog comes up off the river, you should look up and wave. Someone is always falling gently past the rooftops, and they like to be seen.