Something is burning. I don’t know what, but something is burning. I feel it, sometimes i see it. But not enough to see what it is. Just pieces of it comes to my mind and disappear in a second. I try to keep it for longer, but it can’t help but fade away. I keep remembering until I give up. Remembering what, it’s not a memory, more like a vision. Something I’ve never seen in this reality, but still it’s there.
The most important things in a house are the windows. The most valuable thing is its door.