The forest of objects

All you have to do is walk around the city to real­ize that forms gov­ern us. Eight short min­utes to reach the gro­cery store and my eyes absorb the lines, the col­ors, the reflec­tions. Trees paint­ed to remind us of the nature of yes­ter­year, arrows in all direc­tions to avoid ran­dom­ness, frozen smiles to show us how to behave, the blue space far too big to fill, the men who redo things, who gal­va­nize, chan­nel and order, the hiero­glyph­ic leaves on bare­ly dry sidewalks.

There is poet­ry in all these silences as long as you give free rein to your imag­i­na­tion. There may also be some sad­ness, as some alge­bras are miss­ing. These are the ones I’m look­ing for in the for­est of objects.

And how do you per­ceive the world around you ?