cupboard talk & sehnsucht {and also renov #29}

{previously}

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"i lived in i's garage for nigh on two years.
right at the start, i was accompanied by
lamp shades and knick knacks but 
those faded month by month. our
conversation dwindled and i had to be
content with cupboard dash from the 
sixties, who is talking a different language 
anyway. my existence has been solitaire.
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but unexpectedly, there came the van!
they'd been prodding me 'round the garage
a few times, each occasion throwing new
light on an otherwise quit dim situation.
but when i saw mistress coming, in good
company of a handful sturdy men, hey-ho
there we were lifted, and transported to
our new home, a kitchen outbuild." 
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"crosswise i stood for twenty four
months, no one did touch me much
the lights came on, oh, every day, i'll say
but never to address me, no.
big talker eddie he warned me, he said
'you mark my words, it'll take long,
have you noticed mistress already
passed thrice, without further action?'
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so, when eddie shouted me to 
attention - you see, i doze off a lot,
i started hyperventilating, and their 
firm grip on my 'hind didn't help, 
but look at us now, though, we've 
finally come back to {a new} home and 
mistress's done me honour in adourning 
me with a fresh plate of kitsch."
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that's right! in our house, cupboards talk. sometimes dirty, often wise. i missed their conversations... 
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having missed myself this week's corner view of longing... i thought i could persue the case in true tinyWOOLF style. my camera prooved once again a magnifying-glass of standard. my destination was a castle nearby, my ultimate object of desire... catching sehnsucht. {sehnsucht, the german word for longing}

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inside gaasbeek castle walls and curated by writer oscar van den boogaard, unfolds a myriad of objects of {be}longing. and then some. 
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for the occasion all viewable rooms were obscured but for blue filtered daylight, which intensify the experience of melancholy (and put a damper on any photographic ambition, unless armed with outstanding apparatus, which i was not). 
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it didn't however lessen the fun, nor the intention. 
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after a crazy week of both office and home turbulence, one needs to stop and go. outside. and listen. and look. and breathe. 
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there is a lot more that came my way, and for good measure, this is viewable here. 
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i was extremely lucky with dry weather, by the way, and walked for seven miles. ♥