Thursday, March 31, 2011
We've been looking at our house from a holiday home point of view lately, taking photos of now-bare rooms and ironing bedsheets, and I've been musing on what makes a home. Not just the memories of happenings inside the walls, but the trinkets, the whisky bottles, the books - clutter? Yes. Definitely. But the hollow sound of a voice in a room empty of personality is lonely indeed. Driech, even.
Empty shelves. Only the necessities. Plates. Bowls. A kettle. A block of knives. A broom.