While there is absolutely no guarantee that, after over 14 years, I might be moving, it has become a distinct possibility. And suddenly I was overcome with nostalgia for a space that I still inhabit. Suddenly the walls and windows became very precious. This small apartment has soothed me and contained me in volatile combination; it is at the same time active expression and shell. I've pondered some of this "tyranny of things" before.
I took these photos over a year ago, and some things have changed since then, but then again, its all the same.