Something our discussion in class made me think about is physical segregation, notably the white line that the narrator paints around “Dickens.” One thing I wanted to point out in particular was Marpessa’s reaction to the white line when she crossed it. She says, ” “soon as we crossed that white line you painted, it was like, you know, when you enter a banging-ass house party and shit’s bumping, and you get that thump in your chest and you be like, if I were to dies right now, I wouldn’t give a fuck. It was like that. Crossing the threshold (203).” This form of segregation is imaginative (the line doesn’t really mean anything), symbolic (the community gives it meaning- denotes Dickens), and physical. In particular, I find it interesting how when we associate meaning to something it takes on a whole other dimension. In reality it is just a white line but for Marpessa and the Dickens community, it becomes so significant and real to them. By crossing that barrier, Marpessa felt a kind of rush, a high. There’s power in what we give power to.