“The house resembles a child’s drawing.  A deputizing childishness which grew forth because someone prematurely renounced the charge of being a child. Open the doors, enter! Inside unrest dwells in the ceiling and peace in the walls. Above the bed there hangs an amateur painting representing a ship with seventeen sails, rough sea and a wind which the gilded frame cannot subdue.

It is always so early in here, it is before the crossroads, before the irrevocable choices. I am grateful for this life!  And yet I miss the alternatives. All sketches wish to be real.”

Tomas Tranströmer in La place sauvage- Det vilda torget

“There exists for each one of us an oneiric house, a house of dream-memory, that is lost in the shadow of a beyond of the real past.”

Gaston Bachelard – La poétique de l’espace.