A triangle points us in a given direction.
Into a harsh cube with sharp corners.
The circle embraces us by its curved form.
Cut in half and separated in a linear way.
We move from one space to the other in a procession.
We follow a raised walkway in a forest.
First, it takes us to a dark and dusky room.
Once we have passed this we reach a space filled with fresh air and sunlight.
We are on a trail that led us up a hill. We keep going, we are on a journey.