Most houses were crammed with immovable objects in their proper places, and each object told you what to do - here you ate, here you slept, here you sat. I tried to imagine carpets, wardrobes, pictures, chairs, a sewing machine, in these gaping, smashed-up rooms. I was pleased by how irrelevant, how puny such objects now appeared.
The narrative describes homes filled with established objects, each signifying specific activities like eating, sleeping, or sitting. The omnipresence of these items outlines a structured domestic life where every object has its clear purpose and place. However, the reality shifts when the speaker witnesses the destruction of these spaces, leading to a deeper contemplation about the significance of these once-important items.
In the aftermath of the chaos, the objects seem trivial and insignificant. The speaker reflects on how the familiar comforts of carpets, wardrobes, and chairs, now scattered and broken, lose their meaning in the face of devastation. This transformation invites a sense of liberation, revealing the fragility of these possessions that once commanded order and clarity in life.
