I seem to have made a habit of sleeping on couches this past month. While there are certainly worse things than being the terminal houseguest, some couches are better than others.
I woke up this morning to a light dusting of snow and sunshine. I settled down to some coffee with Anzaldúa’s Borderlands/La Frontera and have been thoroughly enjoying the day. Some places, some passages and some people will always feel like a homecoming — places where we feel most alive and connected to life itself.
a border is a dividing line, a narrow strip along a steep edge. a borderland is a vauge and undetermined place created by the emotional reside of an unnatural boundaty. it is in a constant state of transition.