I'm sat on the train to Glasgow, quite tired, the kefir not quite cutting it. I'd like to sleep but I feel so stared at by all the people around me, even the kids are staring. So often these days I experience people staring. Wavelengths swimming pool in Deptford and Oasis pool sauna in Covent Garden are the worst for it. My Dad's paranoia chimes in my head, but my experience is different to his, because I am a girl and without many clothes in these public environments. His paranoia takes place within the four walls of his 'office' at home. I can't even imaginie the potency of anxious energy stored in that mystery box room. It must dissapate somewhere right?
I wonder what aspects of my shared housing experience growing up (with my family) have shaped the conditions and spaces in which I feel comfortable today. I don't like cluttered spaces, like when there are things along all edges of a floor. I like good storage and natural light. Most of all I like the smell of good cooking in breezy open spaces and people engaging with the space as a communal resource, taking care, maintaining, and filling the space with laughter and thoughts. I am very aware of this right now as I have been staying in Clare's house in Camden with unbelievable
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