Crawlspacers
The world as most know it, is the House. The House is particularity and inhabitation. The House is where the clocks run and the children play. It is the world of the now, the everyday, the things which belong and have their place. The Crawlspaces are the other places, the places skirting the outside of the real where the detritus of existence builds up, the things which are left behind, which are thrown away. It is also the place where the power cables run through to pump power to the House, where the pipes transport water for the children's bath. It is the place of the rats and the spiders and the lost pennies. You live in the Crawlspaces. You live in the places more conceptual than real, and imaginary space that exists more in the collective consciousness of the universe than any particular place. Perhaps you live on the Road where there are no exits, that lonely, dusty highway where you'll find nothing but gas stations and the world's biggest rubber band ball. Mayb...
