A square’s a good shape. I wonder how much of that’s due to the convenience of it. Art Carpenter said “the right angle is called the right angle because it’s the right angle.” He’s not wrong. But I wonder sometimes what a world of circles might look like.

Round furniture’s a bastard to fit in a square house and picture frames are a pain to hang on a curved wall. How different would things be I wonder if all were circles. If my Hasselblad shot round format instead of square, if bricks were orbs instead of, well, bricks. That last one probably wouldn’t work out so good. 

The circle feels closer to how we see than a square does, but a square contains thing in a way we want the world to, but it doesn’t. Maybe we want it to because it doesn’t.
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Staring at these two images though, I’m not so sure. I feel that perhaps the square doesn’t contain, exactly, things in the corners get lost, creep in on you, whisper to eachother when you’re not looking. 
Are the square and the circle opposites of one another or compliments and companions? Can one exist without the other?
I have no idea, I’m just glad they’re both around to play with.