Object Writing / passage - object writing 27 sep
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Its a long thin passage that runs the entire length of the house. Brush against walls that are papier-mache thin. All built with his hands. This place was just a hall once, Albany Hall, The space demanded to be filled, but no infrastructure could be imposed so everything was temporary. A house of moving parts. There were no proper doors. Each door slid on runners, ball bearing wheels fighting against the channel as they make a scraping hollow sound. The handles of each door a sculpted metal half moon, cool to touch in the mornings.
There was a consolation of a real fire in the living room. This must have been part of the original hall - funny to think of it, this huge space with a fireplace at the end. The lounge was the end of the hallway and it too had a sliding door. I remember watching the News at ten which was preceded by The world at war one of my favorite childhood tv shows. Black and white images of tanks and planes would leap out of the television and explosions would fill the space. Not a great fan of war now, though still very interested in the struggle of world war 2.
The passage has only a few lights, it has its own gloom that seems to hang around near the roof like a captured cloud. Christmas night, 5 years old, wandering from my bedroom along the corridor with bleary eyes to find my mother wrapping presents in the kitchen, illumined brightly by a fluorescent light, the Cordon Blue, stove standing like an army staff sargeant ready to shout orders, even at midnight! Back along the gloomy corridor and back to sleep. Sometimes there were terrible shapes and forms hanging on the roof , demons probably, taunting me, scared , rolling up into a fetal position, pull the pillow over my head to make them go away.
