What is it that connects our 12°?
It’s certainly not a simple answer that does it, or an easy question.
It’s not a favourite colour, or a favourite flavour, a cheat sheet, or a user manual. It’s not the easiest path, nor the hardest. It’s not those of us who see ourselves as red, or simply blue. And it’s never just righteous, or rotten.
It's not in high volume sodas, or fiscal flavours. It's not just the waiter or investor, the adbot or dishwasher, the line dancer, the seamstress, the firefighter, or Frankie Fingers , Petey Squints or the housefly called Hercules (a personal favourite).
It can never be just wonder, or just boredom. And never just one, or many.
Yet as hard as we try to bend it, shape it, or will one way, it remains that opposing thread that binds the 'I' that 'We' are.
It’s looking longer, to see more.
It’s a search for the hidden cycles in our ‘other’ selves.
Works and Words by Michael Graf.