Originally uploaded by Photo Love.
This picture sort of typifies a day we sometimes have. The lines of authority and what we must do. The clothes pegs (don’t see them that often) our contact points with whatever we do. And us, the dirty sock, stuck right in the middle. Where’s the bleach? I’m going to use this as my desktop wallpaper.
Tinfoiling 
aaaah, yes. and my life seems an eternal attempt to escape the lines. but it occurs to me that this also looks a little like musical notation. which makes me think of composer bela bartok, who talked about how confining himself to musical structures brought him more compositional freedom. hmmmm … dirty socks … bela bartok … freedom …