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.
