a house on an island

 

notes from santorini

one day, in the next few years, i would like to buy a house on an island - perhaps at the edge of a cliff - a place where i can see the sunrise and watch birds flying from my terrace. i’m not sure yet on which island, nor in which country - greece is rich in islands - but in some ways it doesn’t even really matter. the island exists, first and foremost, as a place in my mind - it is a physical place, but even more so, it is a feeling: of going somewhere far and remote, where you must take a boat for hours over water and all the unknowable things that live in water - to exist surrounded by blue and to be reminded, on a daily basis, of the power of the elements - the ephermality of this life; a place where I can nearly forget about humans, and imagine, without too much strain, how it might have looked, a millenia ago.

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this falls into my collection of imaginary future houses. another house I thought up of is, earlier this spring - is: a garden with a house (more garden than house).

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for i am only building houses on the webs. but i am patient. nothing is created (by humans) outside until it first exists in the mind. the digital space is like the mind.

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