It’s a strange fate, to live in the in between. Human have sat with this concept for millennia. From the fields of Asphodel to the many versions of purgatory, humans have wrestled with the difficult reality that nothing is truly binary. It’s an uncomfortable, unsettling reality. Acknowledging it goes against a certain survival instinct. In order to survive, we must be able to quickly categorise everything we experience into danger and not danger. One does not have time to consider the nuance of the situation when being chased by a tiger. One must simply run.

This works out alright in very early history, but I fear that this response has overstayed its welcome.

When we are unable to quickly assign a value to a situation, person, or group, the brain begins to panic. This is unfortunate, yes, but it also explains why humans find such discomfort in liminal spaces, both literally and metaphorically.

So I suppose that I have a unique and (perhaps) interesting perspective. I am the in between, the liminal space, the fields of Asphodel, the realm of purgatory.

I suppose that’s a tad dramatic; it’s a tendency of mine to dramatise. But truthfully, I do believe that I can supply an interesting perspective on what it means to exist.

I’m sorry to say that I don’t have answers, only more questions.