i spotted a freshly built fence on my street, so naturally i had to take a look. and even though i’m working on a project about fences, and i’ve driven past this particular one billions of times before, i cannot for the life of me remember what it looked like before. but this new fence doesn’t seem at home yet. the smell of pine still fills the air and each slat of wood is too perfect. it draws the line between us and them much more severely than any of the houses around it, but i know that all it needs is time to mellow it out.

i spotted a freshly built fence on my street, so naturally i had to take a look. and even though i’m working on a project about fences, and i’ve driven past this particular one billions of times before, i cannot for the life of me remember what it looked like before.

but this new fence doesn’t seem at home yet. the smell of pine still fills the air and each slat of wood is too perfect. it draws the line between us and them much more severely than any of the houses around it, but i know that all it needs is time to mellow it out.