Houses are like human storage — a place to keep us away and out of trouble while we’re not being used. They’re designed to keep us comfortable and complacent, and we’re trained to make excursions and then return to them, tucked neatly away from the world.
But people don’t belong in houses, separated from their neighbors by sheetrock and two-by-fours, kept comfortable by blankets and pillows and towels folded neatly into cabinets above toilets with the lid down properly. People — rather, humans — belong with one another, warm and embraced, unsheltered and, on occasion, uncomfortable. That’s what keeps us growing, moving, loving, learning…it’s what keeps us living.