I’ve posted before about desire paths, which is “a path created as a consequence of erosion caused by foot traffic” rather than by design.
I love them.
They’re a subtle, collective protest. They’re evidence that a group of humans—who have never met—can agree that there is a better way to travel than the footpath.
Whenever I see a desire path, I feel compelled to walk it.
I want to contribute to, extend, and solidify its existence.
Desire paths are a reminder that there’s always another way.
