The Charted breaths of letters, poems and notes. Some received. Some never sent. Some charted and destroyed.
About the reverberating ground- those lines. The surface begins with one line. Guided by the charted text’s nuance, it’s meaning, it’s tone, the fate of that initial line and it’s route is determined. The lines that follow and surround it are a reaction to this one line. Their destiny towards the edges morphing with the illusion of freedom and unpredictability like a reverberating melodic tune.