The pylons
I've just moved from one room to another in the same area of London. Despite the change, the one constant has been my proximity to these electricity pylons which run through the suburb. The first place was isolated amongst bushland, next to a river, with one pylon looming large over it. Once I settled into my new room, I looked out the window to study the view, and sure enough, there was a pylon. Despite their bleakness, the field of pylons and their interconnecting wires have become like a path, or a symbol of hope, or kind of synonymous with my situation. They've followed me from one place to another, connecting places, memories, stories, etc.
