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Housesitting is when you find a seat that resembles a person, collapsed like a weak-kneed bungalow. There are rooms that have not yet been counted, crushed beneath thighs — their still-lives (pheasants, flies) can only be imagined — maybe one day you will know them by the vintage of their juices.

But today you are sitting in a place that is named, and the name is what made you step into it in the first place. Names are the houses where we sit and infest, begin to fester like a briar.