You know me and I know you. And we all like trails and we all like desire. Which is why we like desire trails. OK, sometimes they’re called desire lines, but that’s far less sexy, and let’s face it, these things are trails not lines. And sometimes they get called desire paths.
There was an article in the Guardian last year titled ‘Desire paths: the illicit trails that defy the urban planners.' To which one can only say “Illicit? Oh, please.”
The article contained a link to an academic paper from the University of Wollongong (you may make up your own joke here) which contained this fabulous bit of prose: ‘The theme of grounded practice returns in a very different way in Nathalie Casemajor Loustau and Heather Davis’ discussion of their project – “Ouvert/Open: Common Utopias”. Expanding out from a particular and local phenomenon of urban life in Montreal where desire lines record collective disobedience.' To which one might say, ‘Oh, double please.’