Nature abhors borders. An earthquake under the Sea of Japan shakes skyscrapers three days later in LA. The Earth shares one skin. Borders are human constructs, a kind of illusion, lines that appear on maps without appearing as physical features of actual landscapes. Governments speak of the sanctity of borders. Meanwhile, smoke from Canadian wildfires has turned daylight in Columbus, Ohio, a ghostly amber. There are no borders worth the name, but only fences and checkpoints and night patrols as if there were. Men have died by the millions defending what doesn’t exist.
