They quietly drift in, from all walks, hoping to erase a part of themselves they had intended to be permanent.
A girlfriend’s name. Phrases once empowering, but no longer so. Botched cosmetic fixes. Misspellings. Odd shapes, designed under the influence of too much alcohol late at night.
At a clinic in a Sandy Springs, Georgia, shopping center, they try to expunge drawings and words that no longer feel right.
