Form shaped by years,
where place is known
and held, despite the
passage of time...
so do we recognise
and inform our spaces;
so do we create that
sense of familiarity
which breeds content,
and masquerades as
home, as something
stable and known.
where place is known
and held, despite the
passage of time...
so do we recognise
and inform our spaces;
so do we create that
sense of familiarity
which breeds content,
and masquerades as
home, as something
stable and known.
I found this strangely unsettling. The language is so simple, but that final stanza seems to question the concept of home. Is anything real at all?
ReplyDeleteThe only constant in life is change and that applies to what we call home. All is real, nothing lasts in this material world.
ReplyDeleteI like the thought that we inform our spaces with a sense of familiarity.
ReplyDeleteI think finding the familiar in every odd space is the only way to survive...
ReplyDeleteIt may not be the only way to survive but it is a human survival mechanism.
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