the country, is it a country? what is it, a corporation? an occupation? a vast captivity? it's unaccountable. it can't be reckoned with. it was an island once, it was captured, it was a country, they called it, it's violently changeable, it rises, it disintegrates—is it even a country?
people kill to live in it. it's not a country, it's not an island, it's a maze of prisons and borders, it's a centrifugal force of endless war, it's more than the sums it imparts, it always seems almost not quite conquered by itself—what is it?