The House [Gaganymede]

The House

25 November 2008 at 00:03
Revelations

Image credits: Lawrence Tarantino, A.I.A.

When I was a kid, I had a dream with my twinsister. During holidays, when we slept in the same bed, we used to spend long nights telling each other stories. There is a story I remember particularly well: the one of the flying bed. We would imagine we lived on a giant flying bed and all our friends were on it as well. We could go anywhere, by flying and being warm in the warm. All our friends were here. It was our little utopia. Yeah, it shows we were some kind of lazy arses, but hey...

Oddly enough, this dream stayed. Since then, it evolved. Now I happen to think sometimes of living not on a flying bed, but in a big house, with lots of rooms, where my friends would live. A house that would be in the countryside (and I'm so urban!), that would be full of comfort (oh yeah, a big bar here and a living-room with a cinema screen there!), would be green (I remembered that dream when I saw a house that won a price, it was big, in the countryside and energy-saving...) and would inspire serenity (yes, I imagine all my friends would get along very well all the time, which is impossible).

Is it the community instinct? Is it the "clan" instinct? Maybe nations were born like that, people who wanted to live together harmoniously around some values...

The funny thing is that I kind of already live like that, in a big house with about twenty rooms, above a pub. It is far from the dream, but it looks a bit like it, at least on the most important part: being surrounded by people I like.