20 months ago
Houston, TX, USA Situated on just over an acre of land (swampy and snake-filled) that was surrounded by barbwire fence sat (and sits) a trailer. The brown and lighter brown (originally white) trailer is intact, but it is noticeably old and is barely held together by staples, glue, and burglar bars. The inside feels claustrophobic, but homey nonetheless. There is a quaint sort of rustic charm, like it was built by and for gnomes. The furnishings are old, tattered, and cluttering, but they work. Permeating the entire house is the smell of cigarettes, old people flesh, and pine sol. It may not sound like it, but it really feels like home.