The room you leave empty

We fill rooms because we can. A surface appears and something lands on it. Given enough time, every flat plane in a house becomes a place to set things down and forget them.

So I started leaving one room mostly empty. A chair, a lamp, a window. Nothing to manage, nothing to dust around, nothing asking for anything.

It is the room everyone gravitates to. Not because it is beautiful, though it is, but because it is the one place that does not make a demand. The empty shelf is not waiting to be filled. It is the point.

Space is not the absence of a thing. It is a thing. We just forgot to put it on the list.