I can honestly say national borders aren't something I lie awake at night thinking about, and that's my privilege as a US-born citizen. These last few weeks though... I've had time to really begin to contemplate what borders, these lines that signify different countries, mean.
Borders are these arbitrary things, that have little significance in the grand scheme of things. For our ancestors, borders were fluid, moving back and forth and every which way way and oftentimes didn't exist.
But they do now. And what does that mean for those of us on either side? And for those who can cross them without fear? And for those who can't?
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