There are no straight lines in nature. The closer you look the more fractured every edge. The further you look the more you see it all curves upon itself. A marble from where you are. A star from where the marble is. A galaxy far, far away where there is no line to pull you back. But you can look through the kaleidoscope and marvel at how everything shows up prismatic in hindsight and story. You’ve always had a talent for drawing straight lines where there are none.