house facade, the illusion of human mobility
Settlement and movement are the most ancient problems. Human move
for survival, food, and looking for good areas to live in. To leave one area
is ultimately a matter of home, looking for a place to stay, to settle. Then
moved again due to various things, it was a necessity of the earth changing.
In modern times, since everything was recorded, defined, categorized, a
person was noted to be a citizen of a community, a certain country. Humans
were no longer looking for a place to stay, but determined to settle. With
identification card, people would be more difficult to move, especially to
stay in another place for a long time. All departures and travel activities are
temporary. He must return. Return means home. Identity cards like paspor,
citizen card, on the one hand makes people free, but on the other side, it
was their bond; A kind of anchor that keep people from leaving. It’s like
house, land, family, or any other form of ownership. People are required to
return; attached to something as a guarantee for their return. Apart from
territory, the identity card also contains profession, gender, status, address,
and religion. So there is a “limit” that must be carried by every human
being there. From nomadic society, modern, and contemporary era, the rise
of “digital nomad,” traveller, etc ... the cosmopolitan era. So, “place” and
“house,” and home” has a different meaning and sense.
FACADE. Finally, a house becomes a fiction. It is no longer something that
is physically there to live in, but something that is always imagined along
the way. Fiction, or illusions about the house, as well as the shadow of
the “homeland” that “hit” people who are stateless, may indeed have to
exist to make a journey (in a more distant sense, life) survive. A home,
or a return, may not be a matter of origin, or the address written on the
identity card, but what can be lived, the country of asylum, and the people
who can receive with open heart. Going home, or homeland is a big illusion.
However, the illusion will always be in every step of the human foot, each
meter of the vehicle going. It was on the lights in the window of the house
that the train passed through at night, the mango trees, rambutan, guava,
jumble of leaves in the yard, trash boxes on the sidewalk, benches on the
terrace, mini fence in front of the house, old cupboard, doorstop, ... And
“going home” doesn’t rely on what was remembered, but in what kind of
life has lived in for so long ... and in the live that has been asked to be
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