After being humbled by mere electronic blinds, the idea of a home that regulates itself to my needs is terrifying
In the US, debate rages over this additional layer betwixt bottom sheet and duvet. It’s yet more evidence that the obsession with hygiene is out of control
They don’t have vinyl’s cool sophistication, and streaming is so much easier to manage. So why can’t I let go of these echoes of a former life?
Why is the instinct to express your cultural identity in your home more compelling out of context?
My husband is tidy. I am not. But what started as a simple passive-aggressive back-and-forth escalated when my husband started leaving stuff on the landing
They are ready to move on, but you might not be
A dismal collection of plants, each one in a different state of dying — but clinging on — speaks volumes
To fight off the horror of oblivion? To memorialise banality? Grief is strange
