Can there be a function that is not attached to any instance, and that way infiltrates everything? Or a form that lurks in the core and the veins, but refuses to dictate any outcome – lending itself only to perpetual branching? The Poetics of a Line creates an abstract framework of the relationship between two objects that applies to all situations and scales, from reflective perception to cultures. Though in the end everything always returns to the subjective experience, even that does not exist without the circumstances it needs to happen: relations.