A Thin Line

A thin line, indeed, thin, extremely thin. Black water on white paper. A blade slides leaving a trail, a trace of its passage. The beauty of white crossed by a curve as infinite as it is invisible that nevertheless captures all the attention. She’s brave, she’s daring. The blade is jammed by the roughness of the paper and the pressure exerted on it. Black water explodes. A mistake. Coincidence. Something beautiful.