Jupperi
My grandparents’ house.
It stayed the same,
I would always know where to find things, mints, a phonebook, a comb...
The house was torn down, it exists no more
The house started to come to my dreams.
House can be half empty, furniture changes.
I find new rooms, up close to the ceiling or under the floor.
They are small and narrow spaces,
between-places, dream- and memory places.
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