The lives of parallel lines are uneventful: no sudden twists or unexpected turns disturb their single track monotony. And yet they dream of non-Euclidian space where rules are bent and of that infinite horizon where, at last, they’ll coincide. Concentric circles, on the other hand have no such hyperbolic hope. They know their limitations. Destined to be solitary cranks, they circumlocate, make roundabout excuses and observe their fellows from a distance. They never socialise.
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By gwynethbox
En route to South America in the late 80`s, Gwyneth stopped off in Spain to learn some Spanish. Victim of emotional inertia, she has so far failed to achieve escape velocity. She now runs her own design and editorial consultancy where she has been known to turn her hand to anything from book-keeping to programming by way of project analysis, translation and copywriting. When time permits, she writes poetry and does literary translations. She plans to catch a plane to Patagonia `mañana`.