V/O: He remembers the time he told his wife he didn’t want to live anymore. He remembers the silence when she left.
[SFX: Shuffling and packing of bags.] [Door opening and slamming.]
V/O: When he looks at me, he remembers the time he felt so low that while walking on the street his body just stopped walking. And he couldn’t find the will to move again.
[SFX: Ambient outdoor sounds of urban roadside with footsteps and then the footsteps stop.]
V/O: He remembers the pills. The slow appointments. The racing thoughts. The maddening sadness.
V/O: But when he looks at me, he also remembers getting better.
[SFX: Ambient playground sounds.]
V/O: When he looks at me, he remembers watching the little girl at the park steal a bite of the boy’s ice cream, and his shock when he realized he was laughing.
[SFX: (Continuing)]
V/O: He remembers relearning the joy of reading, walking, cooking, living, talking, breathing.
[SFX: Page flipping.] [Sound of the stove] [ambient party noise and laughter]
V/O: And he remembers the day he took his last pill.
[SFX: A glass touching down on the kitchen counter. A cabinet closing. The drop of a last pill]
V/O: All this - when he looks at me. And yet, I’m just ink.
[SFX: Buzzing]
V/O: I am the chemical structure of the hormone for happiness. I’m on the back of Dylan Ye’s right hand. I am his tattoo.