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I worry about empty houses. [an image of a house, with the words empty and houses each in windows]
Which is funny, really. I’ve always liked being home alone at my parents house. [the author, a white woman with a ponytail and sweater, is perched on stairs, seen from the side. Hung on the wall by the stairs are images of a family. Around the corner is visible an empty dining room, chairs pulled out from the table.]
Even at college, it’s nice to be the only one in the suite for a while. [the author sitting upside down, feet and legs on a chair, a phone on the ground nearby, playing music] It can be peaceful.
But ultimately, I like having people to come home to, to eat with, to live with. [the author walks through open door, starting to shrug off a coat. On the far side of the room lounges a friend, on his phone and raising a hand in greeting, not looking up.]
And I must assume that’s a fairly common desire. [a group seated around a table, eating a meal, and gesturing as if talking. Empty speech bubbles come off the group, indicating conversation.] Humans are, after all, social creatures.
But when I look to the future, I worry about empty houses. [figure standing at the end of a path, at the end of which is a house, similar to the one on the first page.] I see them at the end of a lot of paths.
All it takes is for your roommate to become someone else’s romance and well. [inside a house, a couple holds each other, while the figure sits outside, on the stairs to the door.] There’s not much room for someone to be both. (Not no room, I know) (not enough room.)
The assumption seems to be, you date someone, and then you live with them. [a couple lying next to each other in bed, covered mostly by a sheet.] It does, admittedly, make logistical sense.
It just rather doesn’t make much room for people who don’t date. [figure sitting alone in bed, back against the wall and feet dangling off the edge] It just rather doesn’t make much room for me.
And there are other options. I know that. [a group sits around comfortably on a couch] I’m not inevitably doomed to an empty house.
I just wish my path away were as clear as everyone else’s seems to be. [ figure standing at the start of a path, which winds into fog.]
Come with me, friends...
To this house. Not a contemporary house, and the pentagons of those two windows on the left are a little unusual, but not particularly notable.
The sides of the steps to the front entrances are painted purple. That’s a little interesting.
POUR THAT PURPLE CARPET ON ME BABY (also that fireplace FUCKS)
You thought you’d bring your own furniture to this house? No. Only built-in seating covered with orange-pattered carpet in the purple living room.
This is where things start to get a little surreal to me. This house was built in 1975. But look how bright and new that carpet looks! It still matches the light fixture! And it’s in the kitchen! It looks like it was never used (weird), or that it was REPLACED recently (WEIRDER BY FAR).
This is actually a lovely bright dining space, if you can ignore the purple carpet of the living room running up against the blue carpet of the kitchen. As sometimes happens in a house.
That’s a new toilet. And that’s purple carpet in the bathroom. And a pink sink where the material reminds me of tiny independent movie theaters or hole-in the wall restaurants.
The only way to move between the three floors of this house, friends and foes. I have one drink and I’m sleeping on the orange built-in seating for my safety.
And now...pink. (And some sliding doors which I hope open onto a balcony but I don’t SEE anything like a balcony railing.)
Stepping back, I’m still having trouble interpreting this room. My best guess is that it’s the main bedroom, with a semi-public area at the top of the stairs and then this is the more private area where the bed would go. But it’s not actually walled off. The decorative light switch cover shaped like a regular house is a nice touch.
This is a lot. I genuinely now start to think that this house was inhabited by beings that DID NOT USE BATHROOMS nor did they UNDERSTAND what bathrooms were used for. That carpet is so bright! So fluffy! It shouldn’t look that way if it’s original, and WHO WOULD HAVE MADE THIS DECISION MORE THAN ONCE??? And it. It doesn’t even match the shade of pink around the tub. And the blue tile in the tub doesn’t match anything. Th...the shower head. Is there. But there is no place to hang a curtain around the tub. IN A CARPETED BATHROOM. There are so many signs of remodeling, and yet...the bathroom is still...this.
Non-Euclidian closet. First non-carpeted room we have seen.
I run from the non-Euclidean closet to face the stairs, which I fall down headfirst, dying instantly.
Ah, the lower level. There’s another sink in another carpeted area, but at least the built-in furniture isn’t carpeted. It’s fine.
This bedroom makes me think of dorm rooms, but from a bad alternate timeline.
This bedroom doesn’t have carpet, but rather a portal to a different alternate universe.
Your best chance for normality in this house.
At least the children’s toilet room isn’t carpeted? I’ve gotta count this as a win at this point. I’m blocking the sink and counter from my mind. I do not see it.
It’s fine. Oh THERE’S the balcony. ...it has no railing. Friends and foes, I really think I’d need my balcony to have railings in this house. But I guess if you’re an incorporeal being from another dimension who loves carpet, it wouldn’t really matter.
Thank you for journeying with me.
(Btw it sold for about $160,000.)
Maison créole moderne, avec sa galerie couverte où il fait bon discuter, Les Antilles, 1979.