Home is the place from which the world can be founded. And so it is that the rearranged familiar is the most unfamiliar of all.
When you sit in the chair you forget the great distances your hands once flung; when you lie in the bed you forget who you are now but you are equally unsure of who you were. You see yourself flying above time. There is a trans-versing of self-self-self-self-self.
This is the overlaying of experience. The marking out of territory. The room existing solely as your room. All the physical modifications mapped over time.
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