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?