01/01/2022
Four is merely two twos. We live in square homes, and live lives of binary. Up down, left right, it’s limiting. In the triangular home, we can open ourselves up to a new reality. We can live in threes.
You can be at the nexus here. You look out one window and see day, you look out another window and see night. You look out the third window, and see everything else the rectangular universe has hidden away. All the possibilities, the spaces between. Where you are neither alive or dead. Neither good or evil. There is so much more that could be.
For a moment then, you look out, and see that even a closed polygonal shape is a limit. You don’t need it. The lines of your walls can intersect. The triangle becomes a nonagon, then a 27-gon. So many more windows. You can tear open more betweens, betweens between the betweens, go further and further. You find an infinite star-shaped pattern, cross and re-crossing itself, repeating over and over, the figure never closing, open passing back and forth, tearing open more and more realities.
You see it all in those windows. An uncountable infinity of spaces and lights and lives, all staring back, wondering as you do, who let them into their homes.
Original Article: https://defector.com/triangle-house-connecticut