I am (in) the border. I embody the border between Black, Indigenous and Iberic heritage. I inhabit the border between the social sciences, humanities and art. I cross the border between media theory and practice. I work in a collective, but I want to find my individual voice. I speak English with a border accent. I want to explode the frontier between the savage south and the civilized north. I am not an academic or an activist, I am in the frontier. I don´t know where to place myself in this hopeless world, am I defeated by its violence or encouraged to fight it? I am on the dividing line between loving and hating my country. I love and hate this country. I am not sure whether I want to write about my creative work or create work from my writing. I don´t know. I am (in) the border.