the field and the city

The straight line is the imprint of the human being, of its culture of conquest and possession, it is installed in the middle of the virgin nature, it traces wire fences, routes, limits, borders, dividing walls, streets, buildings ... it arranges space. As a revenge, nature sows its seeds between bricks, erases the paths with dry leaves and dust, tangles climbers blurring neglected buildings, breaks apart floors with its roots, ... disassembling straight lines, curves winning over. Nature and human beings struggle to dominate trying to win over, control, tame each other. Why should any of them win?