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Scribbles...
One word that greatly fascinates me. I don't exactly know why, but i like the notion of squiggly lines traveling from one part to another. They travel through rolls of papers, sheets of metal, blocks of wood and even the most treacherous of walls. However several questions surround them.Where do the lines want to go? Do they want to meet?Will they share stories? Nobody knows and i for one believe that its better that way. They can go on and on or they an come to an abrupt stop. They may jump over one another or run the other down. They can crystallize into words and inspire literature or they could form sketches that turn dreams to reality. But no matter what happens, something wonderful always comes out of it. Great tales often take form where these squiggly lines meet. Tales that may pass from one generation to another, from father to son and mother to daughter. These stories may travel through endless loops or constant renewals, sometimes emerging out as a whole new story all together. Imagine the journey they undertake, the sights they see, the power they hold but restrain. A bunch of squiggly lines can literally transform the world. All because a set of brave lines once chose to travel freely.
All because they choose freedom every single time......
(The image above was taken from http://wjhoward.com/ and doesn't in any way belong to me).
