When you moved the window I saw the river. When you lowered the doorframe I noticed blue tiles stretched across the floor. When you cut a hole in the ceiling I heard the birds sing. When you turned the place around I met the neighbours. When you coloured the walls yellow instead of brown, I kept forgetting it was mine.
When you left, everything stopped. I listen to the rafters creak as a storm brews, hope that this time we won’t last the night.
Inspired by a conversation with Bruce Gilchrist, 18/05/10, discussing London Fieldworks’ method of creating ‘spontaneous cities’ of nesting spaces, using the idea that ‘small-brained’ animals create simple structures which, through minute variations, become complex.