The original plan was for my forearm, but it seemed too big, blocky, and high-contrast for that, and the artist recommended against shrinking it because of the text, which might blend together. So it landed on my shoulder.
"What Everett Ruess was after was beauty, and he conceived beauty in pretty romantic terms. We might be inclined to laugh at the extravagance of his beauty-worship if there were not something almost magnificent in his single-minded dedication to it."
"The peculiar thing about Everett Ruess was that he went out and did the things he dreamed about."