In opposition to the endless, desultory knots of ink on my paper resulting from algebraic problems, geometric math problems find their solution in my brain easily, without me having to write much down at all. I just did the Triangles Test. Next I have the Quadrilaterals Test and then the almighty in metaphor, the Circles Test. A circle’s round, and never ends, that’s how long I want to be your friend.

Notwithstanding, I’d describe my handful of good relationships as rays, or lines in the best case scenario, reaching insistently and rapaciously through bodies and solids and out into the metaphysical abyss. That’s just the way it rolls. Polygons, while cozy, start to seem cheeky. One is always having to figure out their angles by extending their lines into the white space anyway, but one is often demure enough not to reveal that inelegance in the solution. With lines, infinity becomes a tool without sacrificing much of its mysticism. Part of what makes things mystical, I feel, is that their quotidien use never dulls their wonder. For better or worse, repetition and familiarity play a big part in transcendental experience.