limbus, a border or lining.
The space between self and other, individual and collective, person and crowd.
liminal
This line may reach thousands of miles from here to my home, to the ocean, to the desert, to a strip mall that looks just like this one.
We occupy the lane temporarily, but serially, as in a commute or ritual passage.
A dot-to-dot series from which the larger meaning of our splintered movement emerges.
Weaving from lane to lane, we switch allegiances casually.
The line itself, broken, is permeable. We are never truly distinct from the next lane, the next driver.
Our lane can be "taken" at any time, or we can "take" the other lane.
We share and dominate the lane in a dance of wills, generosity, justice, and retribution.
When it snows the lines are obscured, replaced by grooves in an otherwise uncharted expanse of white.
The division of space improvised.