1.19.12 (lines)

Lines. They're everywhere. They don't dictate our lives, but they define how we live them. Some are straight, and some become bent or crooked. Lots of things travel in lines, straight or crooked: cars, trains, planes, people, bugs, animals, clouds, electricity, ghosts, dust... Oftentimes it's hard to stay on a straight path. In most cases these lines need guidance to stay straight. To me it's strange, and magical, how all things are interconnected in this way. Most of all though, I find it kind of sad that the beauty that one can find in the wonder that is spontaneity and chaos fall victim to the slavery of routine. As for me, I find comfort in walking my crooked path, that's not to say that this road does not have straight areas, but for me, those times are my lowest.