Home...
Home… It gives us an odd feeling, doesn’t it? A place of comfort, familiarity…
it’s different for everyone, but meant to be familiar to you. An odd smell of something cooking, perhaps some type of meat? Similar to a dinner from a time long gone; however, discerning it is quite difficult. Unending rooms, unending possibilities… Every passage through the front door of the house just leading into another one, all varying just slightly in design, size, and layout.
It does not take long for things to devolve into chaos. No escape is possible; each house loops in on one another and continues indefinitely. Mirrors and windows reflect the interiors in front of them, but without reflecting you, making you question yourself.
Trying to escape through the chimney just leads to the same structure, but upside-down. Exiting through the back door leads to the back door of another home. Things begin to stray from memory as the rooms continue to loop…
Time passes indefinitely; the concept fades away in the face of these endless familiar interiors. Each home seems welcoming, but ever so isolating; calling any of them “home” becomes redundant. One is left looping for eternity, in the futile hope that one of the uncountable doors may lead to somewhere new… If this reaches you, I most likely never got out. I’ll be here, waiting.
Home… was written by pogtea with critique from
Ferrante,
BeefyNinja,
egglord, and
ImmortalGunn. The images used inside the article are in order: x_0_0_0_14119259_800 by Unknown
