The city is a place of lines –
songlines, that thread through our ears and stay forever.
tramlines, that take us here and there.
skylines, that tell us when we can see home.
heartlines, that connect us and divide us.
The lines aren’t all straight – they have imperfections, deviations, bumps along the way, so that our experience is always ours, not predictable, controllable.
We are along for the ride, tracing the lines, and sometimes leaving our own jolts in the path for those who follow.