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Convivium was a project of Cardus 2011‑2022, and is preserved here for archival purposes.
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An Angle Entirely New

Lines, obtuse, angled, harsh, specific reach every which way. A concrete jungle, I thought bitterly, wishing not for the first time for the rolling hills of my hometown so very far away at this moment.

Lines, obtuse, angled, harsh, specific reach every which way. A concrete jungle, I thought bitterly, wishing not for the first time for the rolling hills of my hometown so very far away at this moment. Rushing to catch the tube, I heard my feet slap against the concrete floor, echoing in the cavernous new building, designed by up and coming architects. I looked up again and my eyes catch the image of a woman, about my age moving with a purposed grace towards a perpendicular exit. Unlike the cadence of my harried feet, she moves with grace, arms swinging in the rhythm of a song known only to her. Promise and purpose, lines of a different kind cutting across the expanse of this concrete jungle – all too human, all too prone to wander, an angle entirely new. I smiled, returning to my own commute amidst the angles, all – a renewed sense of space and our place in it.