It is always beneath us, before us, behind us and to one side and the other.
A patchwork of textures, colours and shapes.
Laid down as layer upon layer, of concrete and stone.
Formalised, Disorgansied, Set and Unfolding.
It speaks to us through lines, patterns and arrows.
All instructions of one kind or another.
Conversing with us.
Marking the spaces.
This fleshy-body belongs here.
That machine-body belongs there.
These bodies intersect at times, flow in and out at different speeds.
Though solid and hard, without softness or flexible substance.
It Anchors Me! It Anchors Thee! It Anchors We!