One of the owners of this house has a vision of letting the ivy cover this house completely in a verdant embrace. They never prune the vines back, despite the vocal despair of one half of the pair---they compare it to leaving your backdoor unlocked. In conversation, it is likened to living in treehouse, though that's not the actual desired effect. Privately, it's more like an anchoring. Thick vines would lash themselves all the way around like a corset, squeezing the house closer to itself. They would cover their windows and wind its tentacles down the chimney. Vines would wend up and under and through the wrought iron vents on the hardwood floors, up a bedpost, curling as delicately as kitten two inches from the face of a sleeper. In essence, it's an desire to experience death without dying, and that can never be articulated clearly without mordibity---a desire to let go, be pulled under the surface, to be swept into the dark, soft, quiet crumble. So when people ask...it's a treehouse vibe. Nothing more.
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