My Beautiful, Blue, Glue-Covered Book

Zoom-in project [Term 3], The House

TL;DR - Not my best.

A house, like any other.

Written analysis, take 2.

Why this house? Well, it could be the visually pleasing colour of the house's exterior, which I believe hues close to Sky Delight, if not the slightly darker (but just as excitingly titled) shade of Bluejay. It could be the presence of a chimney running alongside the house's exterior, a reminder of a time soon to fade into distant memory, what with the increasing popularity of central heating and extra-sensitive smoke alarms. More likely, it could be the close proximity of the house from my High School, upon who's grounds this project, and this photo, were both conceived. While this former reason certainly holds a sizeable amount of water, I could have easily chosen a house on the other side of school, which would have required an equal (or perhaps an even smaller) amount of effort.

So, you're still no closer to working out why I chose this house. Well, this next paragraph will probably prove very anti-climactic. I'm sorry to have to burden you with its bleak truth, as I'm sure reading about my burning love for Sky Delight would no doubt have been more interesting.

There is no reason. Indeed any inhabited house would have been sufficient. I find it fascinating that we live in a world, a country, a city, a district, yet we shall only know only a small portion of those whom we live around every single day. I do not, and probably never will, know who lives in this house, but I do know, that, like me, they are complex human beings with thoughts, feelings, passions, aspirations; mindsets that are uniquely theirs. Walk down any street block, and try not to be crushed under the sheer magnitude of  all the un-glimsed humanity, that can only be faintly imagined by pondering the dwellings that surround us. I'd suggest we reflect on the owners of this house together, but then, I have no way of knowing who you are either. Unless, y'know, you tell me.

The sun's rays splashed down on the tarmac; the hottest part of another uneventful Monday afternoon. Underneath the white SUV, I continue my spying routine, a routine that's been moulded into tradition, frequently exercised on hot days such as these. Ears primed, waiting for the brush of a wing or the scamper of tiny feet. Time passes, and the shade begins to envelope the road. Another uneventful Monday, indeed. I know it will be the same dinner as always, but my instincts once again compel me to return indoors. Another surprise-less revelation is that my life-partner is not present. I've observed countless times how his excursions as a neurosurgeon leave him physically weakened, that is, when he does eventually return home. I often feel that he is not as loving as I would like my life-partner to be. If only I could catch a gift for him to cheer him up, maybe then he'd buy me something different to eat.

The Window to Heaven a.k.a The Vancouver Plagiarism Boogie

There's a lady who's sure all that's blue is a house
And she's looking in the window to heaven
When she looks through she knows, if the curtains are closed
With a shout she can see what she came for
and she's looking in the window to heaven
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
Cause you know sometimes posters have two meanings
On a pane by the blinds, there's a warning that says
Sometimes all of our trespasses are unlawful

*thunderous applause*

Well, Stairway to Heaven's getting sued now anyways, so who cases, right?

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