In Space

Spent part of the morning thinking about space, as in the space, or spaces, we inhabit and through which we move. Was struck by how differently we experience common spaces and uncommon ones, for that matter. Found myself re-experiencing in memory the small back yard at Gresham Street and the games I devised within that oblong. I suppose I knew it was small and shabby but I can't recall any sense of constriction. Far from it. Indeed, I never felt constricted in any of the houses we lived in. I felt properly at home.

Big houses always seem empty to me.