My body fits into the borders of neatly partitioned land. So it goes, this land was made for me. Therefore, that is mine. That land was made for you. That is yours. But what about the Intangible We that leaks between the crevices? That is ours. So let’s call the space between our borders, a garden.
This is y(ours)
This is y(ours)
This is y(ours)
My body fits into the borders of neatly partitioned land. So it goes, this land was made for me. Therefore, that is mine. That land was made for you. That is yours. But what about the Intangible We that leaks between the crevices? That is ours. So let’s call the space between our borders, a garden.