“Architecture is the great book of the human race”
Victor Hugo
“The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind”
Rumi
Line. Limit. Border. Conflict.
When does a line become a limit?
What does crossing that limit mean?
What does crossing that line mean?
Can the line be a protection?
Can we see the limits around us?
Are the external constructions reflected within us?
The walls outside are repeated inside?
Go beyond. Go over. Cross.
Language. Religion. Skin. Gender. Origin. Family. Age. Identity. Dreams. Chance.
There is always a line close to us. We walk alongside it and we often cross it, it tells us when to stop and reminds us where we are going. There are new and old architectures which draw up our cities like natural borders which unite and separate since always.
There are physical lines, visible and clear to everyone, and there’s the imaginary ones, which nobody has ever seen, but which are just as clear.
There are lines which move in space and those which travel in time. There are interior lines, limits more or less surmountable hidden inside ourselves.
There is always Here and Beyond. There’s always Me and You.
On this side, there’s my world.
My space, my things, my way of being and acting.
Beyond the line it’s You.
The line is the expression of a conflict.
A conflict that separates the superficial self to the interior one.
It is the complex distance between the real and the virtual.
It’s a wall that cuts through a country, it’s the horizon sitting between a center and periphery.
We always have a limit to overcome.
Inside and outside of us.
Crossing the Line means to choose.
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