A path emerges. A course is chosen. Before being realised, the roads of potential diverge in the dream dimension. This mixture of surrealism, bitterness and conviction is so profound, but suddenly vanishes when we wake up. In every situation, theoretical or practical, a mathematical explanation exists in its own oblivion. Earth is not a perfect sphere. The parallax error is ever-present. From the universe to the detail of matter, an inconsistency defends its original reason as a coherence does not ignore its original chaos. Where lines and curves intermingle.