John Kinsella

"...must conceive of a space of four mutually independent directions; a space,
that is, having a direction at right angles to every direction that we know. We
cannot point to this, we cannot picture it, but we can reason about it with a
precision that is all but absolute. In such a space it would of course be
possible to establish four axial lines, all intersecting at a point, and all
mutually at right angles with one another. Every hyper-solid of four-dimensional
spaces has these four axes."
     --Claude Bragdon. Architecture and Democracy

Imagining the extra room, they stretch their legs,
as if the wall wasn't there and the pool table
another option. In that corner
the beer fridge, opposite a second television.
Mates and kids taking turns, spilling drinks
or spreading out over
thick pile carpet. That powerpoint,
below the aquarium, (and) shot him across the room -
a flick of the switch,
hibiscus coruscating the baywindow,
rubber-coated wires cracking
in wall cavities, colour-coding
lacking zip - as if fifty years
earlier, colour was different,
everything seen now through glow,
radioactive eyes; bakelite switches
sweating and crumbling.
What's in the best interest
of neighbours, of hazard-conscious
councils: too close the fence
or in fenceless places
expanding against the block's
inchoate measurements - the calculus
of houses. Point: tesseract.
An eye for decoration,
no consideration
was given to the source
of materials. Telling workers
avoid the staircase
as something's not quite right there:
the child grows wild
and something bothers
adults - it seems
to come out of that ventilation
duct. It is probably
photogenic
setting conditions
for our familarity.