In June 2024, the Corral fire jumped a freeway, which forced me to take a detour from my current home to the home where I grew up. Days later, on the return trip, the road was open, and I could see where the fire had been. The dividing line between burnt and unburnt, between dark ash and tan grasses, was as clear as a paint stroke. I imagined the firefighters applying a fire retardant, but using hoses instead of a brush, and I could sense the danger of being so close. Ultimately, I thought this piece was about the physical line where they had stopped the fire, but it took on the feel of an internal fire, a drive, a desire, and an emotional line one must not cross or extinguish. An eternal fire, a life force.