Love as mapmaker, carver, welder, sculptor, creator…line as the scribe of longing, waiting, worrying, laughing, straining, bending, forgiving…together forging a landscape of embeddings, etchings, engravings, scars, tears, wrinkles, breakages … into eye, forehead, brow, cheek, bone, skull, socket, skin … a physiognomic relic of terraces, contours, ravines…enduring beyond sight, sound, touch, smell, taste… formed and reformed in the circles and spirals of time…enduring beyond the thresholds of sense, perception, time, memory, imagining…