How Gaston Bachelard gave the emotions of home a philosophy | Aeon Essays
The bed called to me from the other room. How small it was for all the distances we had traveled in it. We had been like angels dancing on the head of a pin. Leaning on the doorjamb, I gazed at the bed as you gaze in museums, from behind a tasseled cord, at the curtained four-posters of kings and queens.
Anatole Broyard • Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir
A physical space keeps existing when empty, with nobody watching it, but it’s not truly mine as long as I’m not there. It belongs to the latest version of me that inhabited it. And I used to feel this as a terrible loss. I’m becoming a guest in my own former home, while still tightly clenching the keys to my chest.
Wherever I go, I crave the intimac
... See moreThen a man loved his house as he now loves his church.214
Numa Denis Fustel de Coulanges • The Ancient City: A Study of the Religion, Laws, and Institutions of Greece and Rome (Illustrated)
Look for the architecture beneath, listen for it in a piece of music, sense it in a piece of poetry, feel it a dance, see it in a painting, contemplate it in the cosmological, observe it in your own perceptual faculties.
"Everything is Architecture" - Hans Hollein
