I gradually lose my subjectivity and become objects to be used and relied upon in the home. Am I free to stay here. Am I safe to stay here.
The house is not only a physical space but also a psychological space.The smell of aromatherapy in the air and every familiar piece of furniture records the beauty and pain that had occurred in this room .The house can be a place where intimacy breeds and where disgust feeds. When it finally ends in violence, the one who stays in the house has all the objects. And the one who leaves regains their life, and their name.