It is lovely in its simple complexity.
A methodical tangle of string.
Airy and weightless. Fragile.
Until you touch it and it won’t let go.
They call it a web, but it is more than that.
It is a boundary. It is a cage.
To keep things in.
To keep things out.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.