Spaces between us
I have visited a microdistrict once. It was an honest and affirmative visit, as I’ve tried to get to know those who live there. There were 96 apartaments and 6 of them let me in. Some spoke outside their flat, others shoo me away.
A poorly lit stairway had many expressive writings on its walls.
All living so close yet doing their best to make the space between them alien, isolated and rough. Maybe it’s all unintentional, though. Maybe it is what happens to the public space once we build four walls and close the door.