Wednesday, 15 October 2008


I suppose that effective human habitation technology - our ability to house ourselves - contributes to a more favorable morbidity rate of its corresponding segment of society.

Some (I'm sure many) would say that Wanda Dunn shouldn't have borrowed on her abode; her having inherited it in the first place and not having worked for a decade, that this was foreseeable; her problem had less to do with the general crisis; that it would have happened anyway. Maybe this is true.

Home is where the heart is, where you hang your hat, where you hide your hardship. Maybe the house in her head was a prison. She has escaped.