A big feature of mine is buildings that are bigger on the inside than on the outside. One of my favorites began in a study on a winter morning. There was a fire in the fireplace and the whole place was full of old leather-bound books and old interesting things like huge gemstones, odd experimental machines, and archeological finds. As I explored, I kept finding more and more rooms full of cool things, with the clean wintry daylight outside and the spaces twisting up and around.
Another time I was lost in the beach house where my family stays every year, but it wasn’t a bad lost. The spaces were light and airy, with clean linen curtains blowing in the breeze and lots of sunlight. The rooms and stairs led up and out; in real life, the thing would have been about five stories tall and the size of a football stadium, but every room had a view of the ocean. I really like the way spaces flow into each other, and the specific atmosphere and times of day.
Sometimes, years after the fact, I’ll have weird deja vu. Every so often I walk into a brand new place and it looks exactly like a dream that I had years ago, down to the angles of the walls, the colors, and the lighting. Like, the sun will slant in exactly the same way, and strike objects the same. Once it happened in a train station, where in real life the only difference was that the place was full of people. But otherwise, everything was exactly the same. It’s really cool when that happens.