Black script lettering reading Wanderlust across the top of a bare foot, with dark jeans visible at the sides of the frame.

Wanderlust script on the top of a foot

Lettering · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A bare pair of feet is shown from above, with the word Wanderlust written in thin black cursive script across the top of the right foot. The linework is fine and even, and the lettering is shown in solid black ink with no colour. The dim, moody photo is taken at close range, with dark denim and a grey fabric filling the lower part of the frame.

Lettering Other Wanderlust Script Word Feet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Kallis, the ink is thick because I ground it with too much gum, and the reed split twice while I wrote this, so forgive the blots. Father's chest is still under the window where you left it. The mice have had one corner of your blue cloak, but the rest is whole, and I have stopped pretending I do not open it on the bad nights.

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Ophel came back up from Coptos yesterday with the camels half dead and his beard full of dust. He says the wells past the second cataract have failed, and that the men who went south with you are now at the Red Sea port, building ships for a man who pays in silver rather than goats. He asked after you as if you were a debt he had forgotten to collect. I told him you were somewhere past the last map, which is the truth, and he laughed until he coughed.

Your letter about the stars came in the spring. You wrote that over the desert the sky is so close you could bend it, and that no one there asks where you are from. Last week I sold the loom to a dyer's widow and paid a boatman with the proceeds. The grain barge leaves at the next full moon and will take me as far as the delta mouth. From there I will find my own way, as you did.

Do not send anyone to fetch me. Keep the lamp lit at the harbour steps if you can spare the oil, so I know which way the water runs. I have scratched your name into the lintel with a nail, the way children do, so the house remembers you. I am not asking you to come back. I am only telling you I am walking the same road now, and I will bring the chest.