Using nature’s abhorrence of vacuums against itself

Some days, of course, are just about creating shapes to be filled with things another time.

Borders that set a mood for later making. Folders to fill with text one day.

Outlines that aren’t a promise of anything, only a potential. Prepared pages just the size for something to be drawn (tomorrow).

Just playing with lines, that’s all we’re doing.

Just roughing out where edges might be, oh fickle muse. A purely mechanical activity. Nothing to see here. Nothing that counts. Move along.

We wouldn’t be so rash as to slip and accidentally put something in those spaces.

Not today.