What is my particular path? My own, even inimitably personal, way of living. I'm not sure. Maybe that's a real answer. Because it's forever unfolding, and still hard to see in its entirety. Like a complicated puzzle partly finished.
This might help. A photo of something I was working on, taken a few minutes ago, when the iron is hot.
Logically speaking, a few pieces of steel being welded together. Analogically speaking, it's something else, something more.
Not much at this point. But all beginnings look weak.
It could be a love story. Between some common bits of little value. Two losers coming together to create a winner. Scraps of nothingness joined for a potentially long, and perhaps worthy, existence.
Junk turned into art. Another small aspect of daily life.
The two pieces then connect with other pieces, forming a community, a network of similar types.
