For most, the Unhome is a cult, something to be avoided. For its followers, it's a beacon of hope: The last twinkling light, burning the toes of a dominant god. That god would be Home. It is also Work. And Life... many others. A god of many faces -- we keep producing ever more of them.For the Unhome, this is a god to be defeated, or at least challenged. But first, it is to be spurned, cast out of places where the Unhome dwell, spend their time. To cast away this god, it's taint of the Usual must be removed by replacing it with other forms: Other practices, other meanings. This is the key nature of the Unhome.
For the Unhome, "home" defines the last hope, or the final nail to the coffin of the abnormal. This dichotomy is at the heart of the Unhome: The world has been lost, invaded by the normalized patterns that systemize life. Cities are constructed from catalogues, consisting of shops, restaurants, bars, offices, homes... and not much else. This variance is an illusion to Unhome, staying at a controlled area of possibilities. People can personalize the bars or shops they're running -- but the bars, shops as forms come from a catalogue of choices, not from our nature. We select from the forms we've been given, then personalize within those forms.This leaves the home as the last hope for the Unhome. But it's a last hope that's dying. The ghost of normal looms upon it. Ikea is a trojan horse...
What's left of home needs to rip itself from this development, separate with both slyness of secret and force of conviction. This tearing away from the standard can create a place for the unconventional to nurture itself, and to start expanding to the world.
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