Sunday, October 10, 2010

grandparents' house



Jupperi

My grandparents’ house.

It stayed the same,

I would always know where to find things, mints, a phonebook, a comb...

The house was torn down, it exists no more

The house started to come to my dreams.

House can be half empty, furniture changes.

I find new rooms, up close to the ceiling or under the floor.

They are small and narrow spaces,

between-places, dream- and memory places.








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