The House On The Border

There used to be a physical shop in Peterborough that sold records – House On The Borderland.. what a great name for a shop. Online now, I don’t know the address.

I live in a house (my parents castle), temporary I hope. It too is on the border of Devon and Cornwall.

Aren’t we all at a border of some description? Close to the edge of a cliff of reason?

Our cells have a membrane but no wall. Borders are everywhere, necessary even.

I try to see the world in these terms. Walk a tight rope across the wall, try not to be shot.

Madness is just stepping to far.

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