buried

The lines have begun to pile up around me. They extend in every possible direction. It is clear that the structure can not be broken down into one or two point linear perspective. There is no fixed position. Everything shifts and moves. I have been sinking through into the more dense regions of the system. I can no longer view anything that I might consider an edge or a boundary leading outward. My only hope is to move through this tightly constrained region into one that is more open, less densely organized, and begin to think again about what it has all been constructed for. This grid while grind me down.