The Boundary of What I Am.

I keep telling the story again and though I find different exits, the walls never fall. My life is paced out -- here and here and here -- I can alter its shape but I can't go beyond it. I tunnel through, seem to find a way out, but the exits lead nowhere. I'm back inside learning the limits of myself.

Boundaries, always boundaries, and the longing for infinite space.

This is my monstrous burden. The boundary of what I am.






(Winterson. 2005)