The usher of the Usher House

The dwelling for humans is not just a place made of brick, concrete, wood or palm leaves.

The house for men is not just a shelter.

House is home, as an inner place that is part of us.

Pretend for a moment that you can never go home, or if you never have again the opportunity to buy a new one.

Something in you would be lost forever.

I had a sudden insight on the way to Damascus: love on a shoestring.

One home and one eternal love, Mr Usher.

A big heart, even if it’s sick, beats for you.

A twin is always an alter ego.

Each of us has one twin (almost always invisible to the eye) who is born with us.

And even though he’s different from us, we love him madly. Maybe we love it even more.

And if your twin is one real sister in flesh and blood, the relationship is naturally incestuous.

Dear Mr Usher, it’s inevitable.

And finally, we have to deal with the farewell ceremony, Mr Usher.

Even if Madeline is sick and dying, you will always see her as the most desirable and beautiful woman.

To say adieu is a secret art that few people know.

Thus it’s easy to panic and makes fatal mistakes.

You bury her with your pain, fast, as fast as possible.

Maybe too fast.

Because love cannot be buried.

We can obliterate the past, but the past never forgets us.

And because of the hurry, Madeline remains there, in her coffin, waiting for you in the empty dark house, in the silent crypt.

Then you just have to wait.

You are feverishly awaiting the whole to decay naturally, the house and the crypt.

May everything turn into ash, so light and impalpable that you can’t hold it between your fingers.

And Madeline will tenderly accept your roses as a symbol of eternal love.

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