Crossing the border has never been so easy, I am thinking to myself. Sucked in by hypotonic environments. Maybe I was just in a hypertonic space, who knows these days?

Did I cross or did I just think like I was transiting? Did I arrive or am I just in front of the next border?

The only thing I know is that the border has been semipermeable, forcing me to accept the new environment, wherever that may lead. Marching on, crawling on, running on, just moving. Stagnation is the enemy of ambition.

And as always, yours truly, Papa Shanghai is asking, whether PS is semipermeable, too? Being a floating entity, obviously defying the logic of physics, is the very existence of my thinking subject to these laws? And if not, why am I forced by hyper- or hypotension through a semipermeable membrane?