Rooms are an integral part of our lives. They are places where memories are made. They witness and house our most personal secrets. They help us hide from the world when we are tired and scared. They are the unconscious womb that continues to hold us until the day we die.
Rooms exist to organize our homes. Separate our space from another person’s space. They can be psychologically shaped to our will: changing its colour, mood and overall feel. It is our sanctuary. It can be our world hidden from the cruel gears of insanity that rumble outside without relent.
Rooms mostly remain empty. Most of them do. They hold the sun’s rays in the air suspending its warmth and giving it a stage to mingle with the emptiness. Other rooms hold things; hoarded wealth or heaps of faded literature and decomposed memories and knowledge.
And there are rooms that hold dark secrets–from the past. They even hold secrets now–shut out from the world hidden from reality. And it remains that way until someone unlocks the secrets there–not by key or forced entry but by listening to it; by becoming an intimate part of the past in the now.
There are spirits here or at least memories of spirits. Reminates of knowledge cast by the experience of insatiable humans. To weld power over others. To dominate fate. To play with the moths that eat only dust and papers that sit uneven in the corner.
Why do we chose not to listen? The truth is all there. Some believe it is hidden. It might be. But we want to be blind. To stay alone with others immersed in cruel energies of laughter and failure. The room holds the key to our present and futures. It is a rich place of sounds, textures and feelings.
Explore a room that is lost. Seek one that is forgotten and misplaced. Journey to its centre; listen to distant conversations; past wagers; death; silence. It is there you will find nothing but the truth from your fellow man–the reality that this room, these rooms, this house, this building will be reclaimed by the earth and eaten by forces that are beyond our sensations. We discover the emptiness and the pleasure of the lost at this moment only to realize that nothing was as it is only to be another time and place that we will never own.
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