"I taught myself to understand a little the peculiar delight to be had from taking up a position on a blurred border, where none of the segments into which the space is divided have any particular claim on us, where suddenly we encounter the existence of something neither left nor right, neither the same nor different, a third thing which is impossible yet real; we encounter a space the world does not know and that no world would allow, but which provides a strange, rather pleasant place to stay. I believe this space's magical charm is somehow reflected in all the border territories we pass through in our travels, that it gives both shelter and danger, is at once a citadel and a trap. It is there in the city's mysterious edges, where the fringes of a garden give sanctuary to ghosts woven of moisture and shadow..."
—Michael Ajvaz, The Golden Age (again)