imagine packing your whole life into one room.
reminds me of the destitute i see in town. packed his whole life into a section of a corridor no wider/longer than a step on a staircase. thats where he eats. thats where he sleeps. thats where he reads his book. thats where he’s oblivious to the world around him.
few ppl realise the emotional turmoil of not having a place to call your own. things like this can only be experienced.