Day 84 Or The Day The Line Met Another Line

The day the line met another line. The line had always been alone. The line knew itself by being alone — its length, its color, its stillness. Then the second line appeared. The line does not know what it is now. The line was the line. The line is now one of two. The journal notices when the line stops being the line and starts being a pair. Most days the journal does not notice at all.