These days, received academic opinion is that Borabo is not so much a place as a state of mind. It’s the elusive, illusory, indispensable Somewhere Else we all need to believe in, whether we call it Borabo, Paradise or the Afterlife. There’s got to be something better, we tell ourselves, and if only we had a boat and a lucky wind we could go there and be happy. We don’t try, needless to say, but knowing we could keeps us from opening a vein and drifting away.
