If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a minotaur.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I went for a walk in the Arctic Circle without map or compass. Fortunately, I was only lost for hours, not days.
It's the swirling river of time that makes our identities, not the monochromatic simplicity of skin colour or the definitive lines of international borders.
The line that describes the beautiful is elliptical. It has simplicity and constant change. It cannot be described by a compass, and it changes direction at every one of its points.
As people are walking all the time, in the same spot, a path appears.
The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
I'm just the smallest dot in a big map of human history.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.