Are boundaries fixed or are they moveable? A man crosses a border, moves to a new land, takes up the language. Even his name sounds different in the new tongue. Is he the same man when John becomes Juan, Sean, Ian, or Ivan?
Once the world had been mapped, space was the new frontier (frontera meaning border). But we can see our own house from space on Google maps.
Maybe the next frontier is interior. Was this what James Joyce understood, why he wrote those interior narratives, his stream of consciousness? Inside I can reinvent my outside. Interior fashion. Interior make-over. Detailing, glossing, re-naming.
You become the person who attends the reunion incognito. You become Mr. X, the Unknown One. Not personality theft but identity migration. Identity expatriots in a common world.
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