Relativity

Where the streets have no name.

I have a soft spot for overhead power and telephone cables; the kind that dangles from poles or that cling to the side of buildings. I can't quite explain the origins of this electrifying attraction but looking at the countless photos of street side cables that I have, I am very sure that the attraction exist. Perhaps it has something to do with the notion of connectivity, that these cables are symbolic of the journey, linking a start point and a destination. I guess to me, the cable is relativity embodied, in that it forms the relational link between a known fact and an assumption; the premise. And our lives revolve around the numerous premises that we make, some for good, some to our detriment.