my first blog post ever and quite nervous

oehoe, my first blog post ever. i am quite nervous. taking a break to watch The Shining.

Back from watching The Shining. What a film! If - as Johnny Truant tells in The House of Leaves - horror can lie in a quarter of an inch of too much space, then certainly there lies an equal amount of horror in a space with a faintly beating heart and blood vessels running through its walls, ready to burst at any instant. Space as a living being - or, better, a very specific space as a very specific living being. A murderous and imploding one in the Shining, an annihilating and growing one in the House of Leaves. Both of them called into being by the echoes of the past. It throws quite a different light on the space everyone of us personally inhabits. What if space not only sends back what it receives 'in the moment' - as what you get when you 'oehoe' in a space, where you instantly get 'hoe' 'oe' oe' back? What if a space is more - let's say - flexible in sending things back; flexible in time as well as flexible in the things it sends back? What if a space is a sponge in the first place? What if any kind of space is a living sponge, absorbing everything in resonance with what has happened, is happening or will happen in that space? Then could a house become murderous when it comes into contact with a person that has a murderous chord in him/her, so that if the house strikes that chord, BANG! Or, then, could a house grow and annihilate when it comes into contact with the darkness or with a void in a person? Or better, can emptiness, darkness and oblivion grow in a person because of a space?
Yes, yes, I know, all this is fiction. Just to say that it's a nice idea to have a space become a character rather than 'just being an environment'.

This blog thing is really weird, it makes me sound american and philosophical. I hope I can straighten that out in time, and make more contact with the nymph.