all lines start somewhere once they reach us, we assume that is where they end
it’s just part of life stand in one, don’t cross that one finish off the joke
our eye gets drawn to the order of the straight line but it feels empty
using lines and grids we arrange our world so that we don’t have to think
absence of chaos is an illusion that we embrace with peril
it doesn’t take much for lines to get blurred; a small obstruction will do
the long shadow cast in the midday sun provides a new perspective
straight as an arrow drawn to create order, lines are not natural
uptown jack 