The Lines That Refuse to Sit Still

Last winter I held a walnut board under the lamp and cut one line with a flake of glass. The groove looked alive only when the room went nearly dark.

Reading begins with reversal

On Rapa Nui, the boards run their figures in alternating courses, each line inverted against the next, as if the plank remembers the movement of a canoe.

What survives is not silence. It is a refusal to become clean paper.