Bachelard’s ‘Poetics of Space’ analyses the spontaneous construction of interiors through imagination, linking these architectures to the threshold of our subconscious realm.
Nostalgia overwhelms as I explore the rooms within my house, running my fingers along its furnitures. Simultaneously, something remains amiss.
The body is the temple of the Holy Spirit.
The words uttered by my mother resembles this sensation.
As I continue to dwell in this house, I am reminded that I am it’s resident. And in the span of my residence, the outline of my existence grows into a bold line.