CRAWL SPACEPosted: September 28, 2013
When I was a little girl, I used to love hiding under my bed when I was feeling sad. Partially because there were so many lost treasures down there, and partially because being in small spaces make me feel safe.
I get lost in the vast openness of parking lots, big box stores, soccer fields, airports…..
Each Autumn when the Sun starts setting earlier, and wind gets a bit nippy, and my estival adventures fade into memories I begin to seek a cosy space to one day call my own. Preferably, like a snail – with one that moves but how?