What am I if not a series of open and closed doors, lounge rooms and sleep areas, drains and corridors? I unfold into the spaces of others, and they unfold into mine, some I know, and some I never want to know and yet refuse to be evicted. We are a compound but live in division.
There is always room for further occupants although they must be aware the rooms are pre-furnished in my own taste. I prefer a history of the future style; modules borrowed from Habitat 67, volcanic glazes from German ceramics.