Daniel Webb

Through the sound of you

Who are we in the house? Host, title holder, guest, passerby, or bystander? Neither. In such a crazy buying era, we are just the red-eyed grandson and son of the house, and the behemoth that controls our life fate and consumes most of our efforts, we are no longer the piggy and puppy that squint to nap under the "home", but the "body" on the "room" that wants to jump, with a little residual body temperature. On top of an impassable house.