(house 1, in the picture above the second house from right, translated from German).
walls from words and windows from soft words and doors from stories and walls from words and windows from soft words and roofs from half sentences and stairs from laughter only the light is simply here. And you are here. I am here.
In between walls from words, windows from soft words, doors from stories and unspoken cellar rooms and you are here with me. We talk walls to each other.
In between light falls through walls from words and roofs from half sentences and stairs from laughter, windows from soft, thin words, doors from stories. You hear here. Here.
And roofs from half sentences and walls from words and everything can fall apart if we don’t catch a new word, but light is simply here. And you are here and I am here and doors from stories, if you believe them. Stairs from laughter, cellar rooms from unspoken words. If you believe them. If you believe words, you are here with me.
(house 4, the smallest one, with English words)
Living inside stories, written on the walls oft he world that has your name on it. Telling you where your limits are. Spelling your name.
Living inside stories. Telling you: You are here. The limits of your name echo from the walls. The story about limits.
Living inside stories written on the walls of your name. If you believe in limits. If you believe in stories, how much room does your name need. If you believe.
Living inside stories, as if they were your skin.