“There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.”
“How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.”
“Gloria Anzaldúa, who revolutionised the Chicana writing of her generation, called the border ‘una herida abierta – an open wound – where the Third World grates against the First and bleeds. And before a scab forms, it haemorrhages again, the lifeblood of two countries merging to form a third country – a border culture.”
“Strange how short-sighted being invisible can make you.”
“The coast is clear. Not a beached whale in sight.”
“People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.”