That space between the home and the street
July 18th 2010 06:43
The further from the city, chances are the bigger the space is between the roof over your head and the blanket over our heads that is the sky.
Exemptions are to be made for the aggressively rich with private beaches as front yards and the like, but for the innercity kids one must improvise when explaining what the front yard consists of. So if you live in between two urbanised green spaces but have nothing but a mailbox past your front door, one might say for instance 'Hyde Park is my front yard, the Domain is out the back' for Sydney.
Melbournites could say 'Fitzroy Gardens is my defacto patio, Chinatown is the back yard.' Citizens of Madrid could say they have Plaza de Espana for a courtyard and Plaza da Orient as a terrace.
It may sound like a desperate bid from the homeless to claim ownership, but what little space we can actually own in the middle of the big smoke often comes with a complementary right to express oneself as being part of something bigger.
As the wheels churn to our taste throughout time, I find myself sitting in my front yard with a laptop while enjoying the last rays of sunlight for the day.
Limoncello anyone?
Exemptions are to be made for the aggressively rich with private beaches as front yards and the like, but for the innercity kids one must improvise when explaining what the front yard consists of. So if you live in between two urbanised green spaces but have nothing but a mailbox past your front door, one might say for instance 'Hyde Park is my front yard, the Domain is out the back' for Sydney.
Melbournites could say 'Fitzroy Gardens is my defacto patio, Chinatown is the back yard.' Citizens of Madrid could say they have Plaza de Espana for a courtyard and Plaza da Orient as a terrace.
It may sound like a desperate bid from the homeless to claim ownership, but what little space we can actually own in the middle of the big smoke often comes with a complementary right to express oneself as being part of something bigger.
As the wheels churn to our taste throughout time, I find myself sitting in my front yard with a laptop while enjoying the last rays of sunlight for the day.
Limoncello anyone?
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