I’m not sure what’s next. No one ever is. (If they act like they are, exercise skepticism.)
For tonight, I just know that I made it to El Paso. And personally—maybe it’s just me—but I cherish seeing Mexico there on the horizon. Seeing how indistinguishable our two nations are, people intermingling at the border, the distinction reduced to a single bridge or two cities melded into one cityscape from the height of a mountainside. Knowing in my bones that the land is all one mass and always has been. Reminding myself that the border isn’t really an existential delineation, it’s just a row of little black popsicle sticks stuck in the dirt, for now, but not forever.
