Of Maps
― Life plays weird games. Those who we feel antipathy for are unbearably close and those who we long for are distant. When I studied Geography in School, I never estimated the importance it would hold in the years to follow … never estimated how important borders and boundaries could be … never knew I’d be locating someone on an Atlas one day. You’re somewhere inside that gingerly marked scarlet periphery that I’m not supposed to cross. I wish boundaries could fade away like decaying memories … [...].
