Observations 4; On Borders

He scans my face indiscreetly and I press my fingers on the readers.

This place is where transient people flow, all regimented and watched.

Louis Vuitton luggage and heels, what are you thinking?

First. Business. Economy. Could they make it any clearer.

“Why haven’t you been home?”

“I’m living here.”

“Where is your Visa?”

“I don’t have one, I won’t be living here much longer.”

“Where do you stay?”

“I have family here.”

“You need a proper Visa. You’re taking advantage of the system.”

“Okay.”

“You haven’t been home in 12 years?”

“It’s not really my home anymore.”

I get sent to the room.

Apparently, the scuffle about my Visa-run has put me under the radar.

Why am I not welcomed by one half of myself?

I am everything the system never planned for.

I am everything the system always wanted.

I am everything the system is.

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