I came across this bordering adornment in Saitama the other day between two small apartment complexes. The owner of one of the apartments had lined the property line with small 100 ml steel cans. They must have been arranged there quite some time ago as most were in various stages of oxidization. Additionally, weeds sprung out of the tops of a few of the cans. It was quite a harmonious mixing of Japanese aesthetic of wabi sabi, reusing of discarded items, and the beauty of contemporary design.
This was the line that should not be crossed, even though it stood little more than a few inches tall. The border was completely dwarfed by the surrounding multi-storied buildings.
The idea of what is a border began to spin around in my head. Why do humans choose to mark boundaries? On this side of the line is what is mine, and on the other is yours. Will these borders last, or will they crumble into tiny pieces of oxidized dust?
This border will not last. I wonder if the land owner will find is necessary to replace these cans when they are no more?
Just some cans, rust and thought from across the border from Tokyo, into Saitama.