I dreamt of flying houses last night. Those ones that would lift – all doors, windows and floors – by some clever time machine or a hundred helium balloons. My worry has morphed into some fantasy of dealing with the continuous upheaval and drama of moving houses. There is the laborious dredging of stuff that defines you and the tougher part of packing and unpacking your dreams across the seas or the city.
I wonder where our flying house will take us next…
[Head in the clouds, city on a hill, Brisbane Jan 2012; Posted from http://lightbox.com]
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