"And what would it mean to know that these two rooms contained every space we ever occupied, every morning (November on Earth, five degrees Celsius, sun dazzling low in the morning sky, the child in the carrier seat on the back of the bicycle), every day (the ivy reddening in the frost on the outside of the office building) and every night (in the room below the stone pines, someone’s breath upon your eyelid), and that every place you ever knew existed there in these two recreation rooms, like a ship floating freely in darkness, encompassed by dust and crystals, without gravity, without earth, in the midst of eternity; without water and rivers, without offspring, without blood; without the creatures of the sea, without the salt of the oceans, and without the water lily stretching up through the cloudy pond towards the sun?”

The Employees, Olga Orven 

'The door isn’t locked. I open it slowly, and everything, everything in the living room and the kitchen, is terrifyingly unchanged. The blanket is tossed at the foot of the sofa, the butts and the mugs are on the coffee table. The furniture, all the pieces of furniture are in their places, storing and supporting all the objects I can remember. '

Out. Seven Empty Houses, Samanta Shewblin

' The house was big, and she had lost control of it. '

Two Square Feet. Seven Empty Houses, Samanta Shewblin

 'He is indignant with us, with the house, with everything that always happens in this house, always in the same way.'

It Happen All The Time In This House.  Seven Empty Houses, Samanta Shewblin

'My mother is lying facedown on the carpet in the middle of the master bedroom. The sugar bowl is on the dresser, along with her watch and bracelets, which for some reason she has taken off. Her arms and legs are splayed wide, and for a moment I wonder if there is any other way to hug a thing as massive as a house, and if that is in fact what my mother is trying to do.'

None Of That. Seven Empty Houses, Samanta Shewblin 

[ The next room was not quite there but I was in it. ]

EVER, Blake Butler

[ This door would also sometimes appear inside my household, in a place I will not name.

EVER, Blake Butler