Borders.
This river. That fence. These islands. Those mountain chains. That building. This wall. Who made it so? In whose name were they put there? Why this river, that fence? Why these islands, those mountains? Who owns the always? Who can confine the human heart?
When I walk past them, my heart beats the same for each one. I’m sure this river, that fence, these islands, those mountains, that building, this wall … don’t know about borders.
WE are the border.
And everywhere only the wind and birds are free. For now.
Look! Korea is there. Japan is there. But the sky is forever.”
- Basho. The Narrow Road To The Deep North.