Line-n-Light

A. Y. Jackson: Camouflage Huts, Villers-au-Bois. Public Domain

There isn’t a way to show a parallel line to a line we can’t even see or only we can see. No way to trace the inner walls of a throat that might just be a stack of bricks or a bag of sand where aging museums are buried. On its walls are lined mirrors for you to trace yourself. That self we can’t even see or only we can see. The throat could be home to a smashed cello for no bow to press against, no soloist to lean on…