me: I'm a homebody i like to stay at home!

the home: 

muddles my perception of time

Changes in both size and distance

lulls me into sense of safety and twist it into an oppressive paranoia inducing hellouse-scape

compels me to forget my own autonomous existence 

waters down the outside and/ or exaggerate it to mythical extent 

shrinks front door perron when i ascend, jarringly draws it out when i descend.

all its windows views are other walls of itself

the backyard fence looms in every horizon

bitter to abandonment of what belongs under its roof, including me when i go out to buy some good ol orange fanta

 doesn’t look for me under its roof, it always knows where I'm.

when it sleeps doors never open, i don’t know it’s sleeping schedule

whatever happens silently around the corners is real, my apprehension is valid and understandable, and indeed i should panic. 

getting really obsessed with houses that are characters

similar concept, different vibes

lilies for the dead, piranesi

Piranesi: the House loves you 💖

Haunting of Hill House: the House loves you 💀

House of Leaves: the house

Some of artist Anna Sim's work really gives me Piranesi vibes - I LOVE IT (Susanna Clarke's book and Anna Sim's paintings of stairs and halls and vestibules!)

«Birds are not difficult to understand. Their behaviour tells me what they are thinking. Generally it runs along the lines of: Is this food? Is this? What about this? This might be food. I am almost certain that this is. Or occasionally: It is raining. I do not like it.» Illustration series for Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

Yet it has occurred to me that there may be more wisdom in birds than appears at first sight, a wisdom that reveals itself only obliquely and intermittently.

I love you really big buildings. I love you megastructures. I love you ancient and extensive underground civilizations. I love you impossibly large man-made structures. I love you fantasy architecture. I love you capriccio. I love you Fumito Ueda. I love you Giorgio de Chirico. I love you Piranesi the artist. I love you Piranesi the book. I love the house. I love you that bit in Otherland that takes place in a really big house. I love you Metropolitan Area Outer Underground Discharge Channel. I love you every cathedral that I walked into that felt so large on that inside that I felt like I was still outside and the pillars that held up the roof seemed like giant trees. I love you scifi cities that keep building themselves for literally forever after all humans have passed. I love you buildings that are as big as a planet. I love you continuous cities that are bigger than the planet.

me vlogging in Piranesi's house: “ good morning children of the house it’s a gorgeous day here in the house perfect for fishing downstairs, don’t forget to click the like button and check the link for my fish recipe ❤️❤️  ″

me vlogging in house of leaves:” hi family I'm still falling and my sense of self is quickly fading .....  ʞɔᴉlɔ    ǝɥʇ                                          

                  ǝʞᴉl  

                                                       uoʇʇnq  👎👎                                                    

                                                                                          puɐ

                       ʇɹoddns   ǝɯ  

                                                           uoǝɹʇɐd uo  

uoᴉʇdᴉɹɔsǝp ǝɥʇ uᴉ ʞuᴉl “

i went to see who else merged piranesi with something on ao3 aside from me and saw this and burst out laughing. this is actually perfectly postmodern chapeau bas. 10/10

you know shes IN that house. STEALING objects

all of these i'm looking forward to reading, which is exactly why i have trouble picking one to start with. i'll be going in order of most to least votes.

The House of Asterion, Jorge Luis Borges / Piranesi, Susanna Clarke

If you liked House Of Leaves and wanted to read another story about a capital H House, maybe try Piranesi by Susanna Clarke:

No crazy formatting in this one (so far) but plenty of House to enjoy

This little helpful image I made to explain to my friend what I meant when I said I had dreams and nightmare set in endless shifting houses, because apparently we both have them, but it's not the same type of endless acrchitecture