Is This Where I Live? Have Others Lived Here Before?


I feel more comfortable in places that are not mine, with things that are not mine, in environments that are not mine. It is the awareness of the others who have dwelled in the spaces which I live, and have once placed their lips on the rim of the coffee cup I myself have now chipped. So fill my life with objects that were once used; I am much less impressed with the new. Give me the old, so that I may feel at home.