What does it mean, to live in a room?
Is to live in a place to take possession of it?
What does taking possession of a place mean?
As from when does somewhere become truly yours?
Is it when you've put your three pairs of socks to soak in a pink plastic bowl?
Is it when you've heated up your spaghetti over a camping-gaz?
Is it when you've used up all the non-matching hangers in the cupboard?
Is it when you've drawing-pinned to the wall an old postcard showing Carpaccio's 'Dream of St Ursula'?
Is it when you've experienced there the throes of anticipation, or the exaltations of passion, or the torments of a toothache?
Is it when you've hung suitable curtains up on the windows, and put up the wallpaper, and sanded the parquet flooring?