Straddled always between rich and poor, intellectual and thug, faithful and faithless.
I remember reading about first generation immigrants and finding resonance with the term “liminal”: caught between the old and the new, the children of immigrants trying to mitigate the differences between their home and the country outside of it.
And I find myself in this perpetual state, oscillating between any two points. To rip from morrissey: “oscillate wildly”