wednesday 16th october 2024
(an ode to a dream with no time left)
warning! hints of climate doom, or an imagination of a scenario where the world is very different and giving and devoid of greed.
the house: a modest build, maybe midcentury or edwardian, victorian or vintage atleast with all the charms of bygone invention.
the rooms: a kitchen thats open to the rest of the space, two bedrooms, a master bedroom and a guest room for when my father or my best friend or my lovers friends come over, one bathroom with its blue or green toilet and sink and beautiful coordinating tiles about the shower and the floor, maybe of kate greenaways florals or eschers geometric wonder or tesselation or art neuveaux or black and white, and a frosted window, a pile of towels neatly folded in our favourite colours, a dining room with a large dark oak table where we use our best china every day and doilies and eccentric glasses with feasts of warm food and a sitting room with two plush tapestried sofas with large loved quilts and blankets draped over with a bookshelf filled with my beloved tomes and another filled with vinyl and we will have no television but a projector to show our films on or our holiday flicks and an old upright piano that hasnt been tuned in twenty years that i play at as my lover listens, so many warm spaces for us to hold eachother, so many opportunities for loving silence.
the garden:
the location:
the animals: a girl cat and a boy dog who love eachother and are friends, i imagine at this time this the boy dog would be an old golden retriever whos fluffy and dopey and slightly deaf, and the persianesque girl cat will like to spend more time on her ow in the sun and wrap her tail around the dog when she sees him outside of the sun and she may spend time with him to sleep.
the people
the neigbours
the doing
the goings on
the view
strange dreams.
strange dreams.
strange dreams.
strange dreams.
(i drew an image ages ago, roughly 2019/2020, and will try to figure out how to include it here because i think it is beautiful to me, i think about it from time to time but not as much as when i used it to escape, this house is my freedom. its also now, with time, based on many houses, such as by best friends grandmas house and my neighbours house and my other neighbours house because they are friends and another house by the sea, and one in northern norway my lover visited when we first met and the on on peters pond and so so so many more.)