52. Memory Lane: What’s it look like? How do you get there?
White light through clear windows
Green leaves glowing in the sun.
Large and austere, but not cold –
full of little details, little nuances
that make it perfect for me.
It always hurts my head to think
That a house can be a home to so many people
Be special to so many people
Belong to so many people.
Having someone else paint your home a different colour
And it call it theirs feels so
jarring, driving past and knowing that it is no longer yours but theirs,