What does the border look like?” A child’s question. A question whose answer means nothing. There is nothing but border. There is no border.

All of the things that wore you down, even as that was balanced by the electric feeling of being on the side of a border where you knew things no one else knew.

Whatever we think of the border, it’s important to recognise it as a limitation of Area X.

What’s outside the border when you’re inside it?” “What’s the border when you’re inside it?” “What’s the border when someone is outside it?” “Why can’t the person inside see the person outside?