Modern author: Home

Home can be such an abstract word and yet almost every person in the world knows the feeling of home. Home can be the feeling of safety; the presence and warmth of family members. Home can be the feeling of comfort when you after a cold winter day crawl under a blanket with a hot cup of chocolate and a movie in the telly. A home may not even have four walls and a roof: it can be represented by something as large as a country and as small as a wedding ring. Returning home can be returning to a book you have read a dozen times throughout your life or going through childhood memories in your parents’ garage. Home is a place where you can drop all the facades or masks which you hold on to in your everyday life and be nobody but yourself. Home can be enjoyed in the solitude of one’s own thoughts as well as in the warm and cosy company of others. But most importantly, home is a feeling of love and security: Home is where the heart is.

Speculation:
If I had changed the author function to a poet (as in today’s understanding of ‘a person who writes poems’), the structure would be very different from how the text is structured now. I would have written it in stanzas and with rhymes at the end of each verse. I would possibly have drawn more on personal emotions by using the first person singular as well. I could, however, easily have kept it abstract and with much of the same points as in the original text.