I hold the sheet of paper in my hand. It’s another house form.

The cobbled walls are covered in moss which is astonishing. How did it get down here? How is there enough light or air for the moss to thrive?

The low ceilings have spider web homes on it. They hang even lower than the dust balls in the corners. Can spiders live without light? Can they make their homes comfortably in such a cold space?

No light, no heat. You’ll get more than just chills down there but I guess that’s just part of the package.

Am I interested? Rent is going low. Oh, and no neighbours.

I hold back the urge to throw the paper out of the window on the moving train. Am I ever going to find somewhere to live? Am I ever going to find a home?