What is it that connects our 12°?
It’s certainly not the easy answer, a simple question, the first impression, or the latest law either.
It’s not my favourite colour versus your favourite flavour, or the user manual, cheat sheet or textbook sheltering them. It’s certainly not those who see red versus those who do blue, and never just the righteous versus the rotten.
It's not about steeping them in high volume sodas, or bathing them in fiscal flavours, and it's never just the waiter, the investor, or the adbot serving them. It’s certainly not the dishwasher or the line dancer wishing for them, the seamstress denying them, the firefighter not knowing them, or Frankie Fingers, Petey Squints or the housefly called Hercules written for them.
It can never be just simple wonder, or plain boredom, and it’s never just one of them versus many.
Yet as hard as we try to bend them, shape them, or will them one way, what connects our wants and worths is the opposing thread that binds the 'I' that 'We' are.
It’s looking longer to see more.
It’s 12° otherwise…
Works and Words by Michael Graf.