Boundaries

Most boundaries are mostly customary or suggestions. Lines of property only enforced by fences, if even that. In Second Life the walls take a greater multitude of forms. People protect their lots and islands with warning systems, invisible walls, teleporters or abrasive house music. There are abandoned structures in a sea of islands, a few with a handful of people straggling behind and most with nothing on them at all, but some had castles of users who likely hadn't logged on in months, even years. Where once these buildings were the houses and stores second souls, protected and respected, largely untouched by curious sightseers, now they lie unprotected in their watery expanse. Walking through these personal digital vaults is a strange experience, as many people wear their personalities far prouder on anonymous sleeves. There is nothing quite like exploring someones personally tailored sex pad, furnished with hunting trophies.