Is it because you don't feel like you belong anywhere? I don't think it's normal to FEEL at home, 100% accepted, anytime, anywhere. Some people claim they do, but most of us are honest with ourselves but still feel all alone in the idea, thinking we're different and strange.
The thing is, I think we're supposed to be ill-fitting to this world. If we weren't, if we didn't chafe, feel tight and strangled and walk with a bit of a limp, not because of an injury, but the slope of the pavement, we wouldn't have any reason to try to straighten everything out. We realize we're uncomfortable and think it's odd, abnormal, and no one feels it quite like you. The latter is true, at least. The world doesn't fit right, and it's painful, and you experience it in your own way. The creative ones want to figure out why.
What does this have to do with rooms? We, to a certain extent, create worlds within worlds, all around us. We form our surroundings to the way we've been taught. Because we can't control poverty, hatred and injustice, we decorate and lay down hardwood floors. This makes us feel safe, and these skins that hold and let us use its space might be as uncomfortable as the very ones that hold our insides in.
I don't know why anyone would live with a skin they hate, if they could change it.
Or maybe I wanted an excuse to post lovely, interior photos. These are skins that feel like silk. Like that nightgown you wore when you were a child, and you cuddled up with your fuzzy blanket while reading a bedtime story.
I collected these rooms from Siri Thorson's wonderful blog, Ringo, Have a Banana!, whose title alone is awesome. Do you remember that interview from the live BBC footage?
Used with permission from the artist:
I continue to "live" in these rooms until I can change my own.
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