I pulled on the key and opened the garage door. It was pitch black inside, and I stumbled on a cardboard box as I made my way to the light switch at the other end of the room. Every door inside is open because they can’t be closed. This includes the toilet door. Quite embarrassing when you have guests. There’s a spider on the hallway floor. It seems that there have been more of them recently. I open the fridge door by pushing my fingers between the seals and get a fork by opening each cabinet drawer from the bottom to the top. I’d like to go to the balcony, but I can’t open the door. Then I hear a bang as one of the doors is slammed shut. My younger son has closed the door to his room, and now I need to find a way to open it. I find a square iron bar from the garage that will do the trick. The child is calm. I make an obstacle from tape and cardboard to prevent the door from closing. My son asks me why I just didn’t buy door handles from the store and why they had to be removed from our house in the first place. I tell him that I wanted to see how the work affects our life during the exhibition. The child laughs.
tatugustafsson@gmail.com