The Border I Carry

The checkpoint lasted forty minutes. The border has lasted twelve years.
Inhabiting the Unrecognised

Waiting is not the absence of life. It is a life, with its own rules, its own economy, its own grief.

The checkpoint lasted forty minutes. The border has lasted twelve years.

Waiting is not the absence of life. It is a life, with its own rules, its own economy, its own grief.