October 21, 2018
When we were 5 we learnt the shape of a square. 4 sides, equal in length.
Sharp. Even. Absolute.
At 6 we learnt what it meant to tessellate. Two squares side by side.
Then later still how a triangle could slide in between and change the angles but still keep everything together.
It’s only later, as the fields come into sight from the window of a plane those same patterns get reflected in the lay of the land.
Your square, my square, someone else’s triangle.
This is what a life’s work amounts to.
A tiny dot of land once owned by no one, to call your own.