Living in the Dust

WHO COULD LIVE THERE when others boast of crawling from beneath floorboards in the close spaces of other's homes, eating from the crumbs that should fall therein intentionally or by accident? Who could idealize survival in the roost or underbelly of a relic that they become captive such as that beast of London's old? ...Quasimodo and such. They did tell us, those that could listen... could hear with an inner mind, words being read back from days gone. Lest we repeat his history and that of others long gone for what fates they brought upon themselves by their simple existence... by the simple act of survival. Who could live here?

Consider this tiny space. It would be that shed upon a castle space. An echo of time replaced with all. Rebuilt inside of past glory, past residuals, past ideals... but past and into a new future however minimal. A "restart" or "glory chamber" set apart and away from those which would hold the innermost being a recluse. Recluse from that which is or had been custom for what all others pertain as real, true, truth, and reality in the norm of a day's society. A space set high above all others where unwired windows permit a daylong gaze about the country's side wherein it lay. Presents a perch to peer upon those strolling, mating, and cavorting as they would. Creates habitation among but not amid a hostile mindset potentially cast about its walls. A tower worthy of Repunzel, that banished winch sought after for her works. A lock-away apported to a sleeper set aside from the daily actions of ongoing life... among, but not amid life. A "fairy's tale" chamber. Actually what we call that today, is a tiny home. A dwelling space sized smaller or more conspicuous than normal. Small-space living has become a preferred lifestyle for many in recent years. It allows them to cast a "smaller footprint" in the entirety of social and environmental existence while yet claiming their own designated niche. many downsize to such smaller spaces after having accomplished the major family scale existence and after children have departed to living on their own. Smaller spaces no longer feel nor are considered "awkward" homes for the poor. Revisions of larger family homes are also on the rise... not to say that all mansions are undesirable, but no longer the goal for many. see: Repurposing areas such as basements, mudrooms and attics.

Who could live there in such a space, once cold and dank, perhaps moldy and dark? Who would stay? ...pushed upon the roof of others in old and mouldering timbers? ...neath the furling smoke sent ashes of hearth what warmed chambers where some other one is held at mid embrace alone or with another? Who would stay in an attic? THIS ATTIC? Old and crusted with history's plight of crimes and privileges, misdeeds, mistrials, throw away peoples and those forlorn or lost for their awakening into a new world attitude where even a place such as this represents freedom of sorts. A turn of the century... nineteenth century, where times were hard before a World's war one or two; what could leave stone and beam... purloin and chink row with limestone... pride? Who speaks of value and what that is to any one man or woman? A tiny home, a nontraditional "small space" is like that longed-for white picket fence. A space to call home, whatever the make or manner. A home is what you make of it... and what you make it of. We make do with what we have large or small.