House is where home belongs to

Some people are just not how they appear to be.

M is 58, wed S at age of 24 before they took Siberia trip together, landed in Japan, lived in NY, SF eventually back to London, 3osth years later, still married and owns one house in the country that is exactly the one he pointed and swore to himself as a kid to own one day. Walks two dogs at 4oclock every morning, watches 4 movies each week, reads by open fire.

but everytime he passes through Beijing, he has to buy me two "Irish kiss" and enjoy an apparent British luxury-- the self-revealing sensation with a safe listener, about

displacement. homelessness. the illusion and excitement of self-reinvention in every stage of life, secretive expectations about each destination of trips, the awakening flash hitting the plugged off therefore real self in a hotel room in a strange city. Bob Dylan, the self-denied but born to be folksy musician. And of course destruction of love and remanding of pieces after it,,,and of course also sth concrete.

house. Why do you need a house and a house in order. It is not about interior design, it is about its function to keep you sane. If life is an organized messs and you have to develope a structure to cope with it, your house is the only concrete space and facsility to file and shelf your life. Positive things in arm's length, ex's picture in the attic. The rest, the designed items, the dogs, the garden, and of course the wife, make a home. But a man just need a house.