don’t step on me


oh look at you, you pretty things all neatly put together. side by side you co-exist mere copies of each other. is that really how you live? no interaction, error, blunder, bust? preserve your boundaries keep them clean, decorate them, add some sheen. how dare you step across this line, what’s yours is yours what’s mine is mine.

2 Responses to “don’t step on me”

  1. Angry Jew Says:

    Whenever I walk in a London street,
    I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;
    And I keep in the squares,
    And the masses of bears,
    Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
    The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
    Go back to their lairs,
    And I say to them, “Bears,
    Just look how I’m walking in all the squares!”

    And the little bears growl to each other, “He’s mine,
    As soon as he’s silly and steps on a line.”
    And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
    That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
    And they try to pretend that nobody cares
    Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
    But only the sillies believe their talk;
    It’s ever so portant how you walk.
    And it’s ever so jolly to call out, “Bears,
    Just watch me walking in all the squares!”

    - A.A. Milne

  2. Grasshopper Says:

    but look at the other half of the picture, the inbetweens; connecting, communicating, filling the spaces, crossing boundaries, fighting their confinement. Alive.

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