i found a nest in the skeleton of the ivy

A nest house is never young. Indeed… we might say that it is the natural habitat of the
function of inhabiting. For not only do we come back to it, but we dream of coming
back to it, the way a bird comes back to its nest, or a lamb to its fold. This sign of return
marks an infinite number of daydreams…

…Michelet suggests a house built by and for the body, taking form from the inside, like
a shell, in an intimacy that works physically. The form of the nest is commanded by the
inside. “On the inside, the instrument that prescribes a circular form of the nest is
nothing else but the body of the bird. It is by constantly turning round and round and
pressing back the walls on every side, that it succeeds in forming a circle…the house is
a bird’s very person; it is it’s form and it’s most immediate effort, I shall even say, its
suffering. The result is only obtained by repeated pressure of the breast. There is not
one of these blades of grass that, to make it curve and hold the curve, has not been
pressed on countless times by the bird’s breast, its heart, surely with difficulty in
breathing, perhaps even, with palpitations.

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