Tales From Topographic Kitchens is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. They might not be classed as desire lines, but in my kitchen, there are worn trails and patches on the floor tiles between the oven and sink and under the kitchen table where I sit to write and eat. Around the back door, the floor is etched with the scuffed marks made by gravel embedded in the treads of outdoor shoes. These marks disappear the moment one steps outside. My friend Elena jokes that her footprints cease from the kitchen door onwards, too, only to reappear as scuff marks on the tiles surrounding the stove in her Coahuila backyard. No trace of us can be seen in these in-between spaces.
On agency
On agency
On agency
Tales From Topographic Kitchens is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. They might not be classed as desire lines, but in my kitchen, there are worn trails and patches on the floor tiles between the oven and sink and under the kitchen table where I sit to write and eat. Around the back door, the floor is etched with the scuffed marks made by gravel embedded in the treads of outdoor shoes. These marks disappear the moment one steps outside. My friend Elena jokes that her footprints cease from the kitchen door onwards, too, only to reappear as scuff marks on the tiles surrounding the stove in her Coahuila backyard. No trace of us can be seen in these in-between spaces.