I’m constantly thinking about structures of everything around me form.
the lines on a leaf to how does a person carve their way to who they are today, like the lady at the medical center, mumbling and impatient and loudly expressing their mood, i think maybe she is very sick, then I think what’s the line between being an asshole and being tormented? the world is stressed and i see people getting crazy. Lines on a leaf a caterpillar ate its way.
