Attic Actions/At Homes

Written earlier: ' When travelling in a warm country, one might notice this: the doors of the folk are open. You see inside peoples homes. There, the children are watching television, someone cooks, folds sheets.'

Inside homes, people sometimes play performance artists. The walls are thick and it's too cold to keep the doors open. A home in Reykjavik, at the attic

'And all the spaces of our past moments of solitude, the spaces in which we have suffered from solitude, enjoyed, desired and compromised solitude, remain indelible within us, and precisely because the human being wants them to remain so. He knows instinctively that this space identified with his solitude is creative; that even when it is forever expunged from the present, when, henceforth, it is alien to all the promises of the future, even when we no longer have a garret, when the attic room is lost and gone, there remains the fact that we once loved a garret, once lived in an attic.'

Gaston Bachelard, 'The Poetics of Space'

Oh the writing in solitude, inside doors! Oh the collective attic!