Borderlands

I'm not sure why I've always been drawn to the places on the margins. Liminal, marginal, spaces in-between. 

But in-between what?

My mind returns to graduate school, a course on comparative borderlands. I understood lines on the map as borders, demarcations of where one state ends and another begins. 

But what about our other lived boundaries? The spaces where we've been taught one thing but recognize the draw of another. Temptation. Sin. Freedom.

Borderlands.

It's within the borderlands that we set our preconceived notions aside and recognize the beauty, the joy, the humanity in other ways of seeing. Of being.