City houses like city people do not stand alone. They prefer company, nestling shoulder to shoulder in parade formation as if in a pageant – which of course city life is. When they are demolished to make way for another apartment building, it is as if they have broken ranks, their former place marked by…
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2 responses to “The Painted Remains of Rooms”
‘And seeing what I don’t want to see – but riveted all the same – I think of the final day. ‘
A short story that, Kevin CF style, is typically rich and resonant of human experience. It tenderly yet succinctly encapsulates what many of us fleetingly think as we catch glimpses of once private interiors now laid bare and vulnerable to our stares and judgement. This story makes us stand a while, reflect a little deeper, pay tribute to lives lived and to go beyond the discomforting reminder of the transience of all things.
‘walls thought to divide neighbour from neighbour are now revealed to be what joined them all along.’
Glyn, thank you. Let’s tear the walls down.