Together, can we “follow the gift of the unexpected line that gives us the chance for a new direction and even a chance to live again”?1 I follow you to respond to your rhythms. I want to connect. I follow you because I want you to follow me too. You have a way of turning my body towards you in attentive ways. Our encounter urges me to be/side the lines. I don’t mean urge as in force, but urge as both a verb to encourage and a noun a desire. I explain myself because I want you to know how I have arrived here. I turn and turn.
Can you be/side me?
Can I be/side you?
“What is reachable is determined precisely by orientations that we have already taken.”2
“What is reachable (to me) is determined precisely by orientations that you have already taken.” “What is reachable (to you) is determined precisely by orientations that I have already taken.”
You are a vert-de-gris desire line: a kind of unofficial path that has been worn in by those who veered off the marked routes, the routes they were supposed to take. The known routes foiled. Instead, alternate rhythms re-orient us.
Here I am. There you are. And we are trying.
But like watercolour,
we wash off.
We have found our way.