What came of the pieces were some common threads of thought, some themes in all the writings were latitude and longitude, line of communication, lines of travel, and references to self. This gave the audience a sense of place and their meaning in this shared space. Here is "Lines" from FishHead 310 Studio...
Lines one dimensional, no width in space or time,
Long as infinity and infinitely thin, located between two points Alpha and Omega from God to my heart.
Lines, a continuous mark,
cut and scratched upon the ethereal thread of time, moving forward, moving backwards, between God and my heart.
Lines in my face, a wrinkle a smile, a tear falling from my cheek to your outstretched hand to intersect and catch it falling.
Lines, a border, a boundary,
a degree of longitude and latitude, a visual demarcation between sea and sky.
Lines, a string, a rope, a wire, a tree in the woods falling rooted from the forest to the clouds.
Lines, railroad tracks, power lines,
points of progress and movement, communication cutting lines through our world to deliver the message that no ever hears.
Lines of lineage, monarchy, ancestry,
a strain of livestock, plants, a line of selective breeding.
Lines are an abstraction of our society, to define order and make sense of that which is non-sensible.
The only true line, the concrete line is the one we do not see nor draw. The true line is the line of love that you feel between God and Your heart.