walking past this mansion, every time you think: “what's inside? is it abandoned or is it cared for? who lived there? where are all these people? what lives do the walls of this house remember?” walking past this mansion, every time you think: “will my house outlive me too? yes, of course it will.” walking past this mansion, every time you think: “how strange that, born in the world under the sky, we are forced to live in four walls between the floor and the ceiling, in a box with a window with barely enough light to illuminate our souls”. walking past this mansion, every time you think: “...”