Beaut!

But what lovers we were, what lover, Even when it was all over -

the deadweight bull-black wines we swung towards each other rang and rang

like bells of blood, our own great hearts. We slung the drunk boat out of port

and watched our unreal sober life unmoor, a continent of grief;

The candlelight strange on our faces like the silent tiny blazes

And coruscations of its wars. We blew them out and took the stairs

Into the night for the night's work, stripped off in the timbered dark,

Gently hooked each other on like aqualungs, and thundered down

To mine our lovely secret wreck. We surfaced later, breathless, back

To back, then made our way alone up the mined beach of the dawn.

This article (in a very cool digital media magazine called FLYP) makes me want to go get plans for a Tumbleweed house, and to start building one ASAP.

But wait, this is not a big or a new thing for me at all compared to folks in the above article for having a base station in New York limits my living space to < 500-700 sq. ft anyway. So much so that I have crashed in hotel rooms where in the bathroom was twice as large as the various matchboxes I have called home with my magic mountain of paper.

Since "small" living actually is very intuitive to post-Midnight's (aka post-colonial) Children like me who grew up without too much stuff (not having enough books was the only downside), it was quite amusing to note the curiosity that was to be had on the internets when Tata (of "OK Tata Bye Bye" automotive fame) recently unveiled plans for "Nano" housing (with ~ 300 sq ft floor plans) for the masses in suburban Bombay with a starting price tag of ~$10,000 (or ~Rs. 5 lakhs - still a lot of money for folks at the bottom of the wealth pyramid)