Archive for the ‘foreign’ Category

Foreign ideas exist within the familiar recesses of every sentient mind.

I am the human race; nothing is foreign to me.

I see in me both thee and we.

To the curious, nothing remains foreign.

Foreign is not a choice; its a place.

Geography divides; biology unites.

Foreign confuses familiar uses.

Foreign is simply what I haven’t yet experienced.

Foreign is born — then worn.

Foreign is now domestic, and domestic foreign.