The Sovereignty of the Edge: A Narrative Record of Modern Property and Rusted Boundaries
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF THE CUT The heat came off the concrete driveway in thick, oily waves, smelling of baked grit and old oil stains. In my palms, the rubber grips of the green push mower hummed with a heavy, rhythmic vibration that made the skin of my fingers itch. I kept my eyes…