(photo by FriendlyMade, available for $11 at her Etsy store)
Power lines, forgotten in alley ways, connecting us all with a little buzz that eventually blends in with all the other city sounds, imperceptible until you try to hear it. The tall, splintery posts fit the urban landscape so well it’s almost as if they’re rooted there, strange trees evolved for the sole purpose of growing straight, branchless in pavement, evenly spaced, to be strung with wire eventually. Some serve as bulletin boards — another way we connect with one another — for gig announcements, money-making schemes, and xeroxed prayers for lost animals. The wires themselves cross precariously, functionally, beautifully — the grid’s tangled hair.