Do Houses Breathe?

Do houses breathe and in breathing whisper secrets of their existence? Do houses register their ghosts? The sublime and the ridiculous? People arrive, proudly posing with their keys,their moustaches and dinky cars on the drive, and then children and then noise. The cacophony of life reaching crescendo and then fading as dereliction looms...and the house falls into disrepair, over run by little creatures and weeds. Slowly it falls into a silence which echoes across history. Is that how it happens?

In time nothing remains leaving us wondering if it hasn't been a Derren Brown illusion after all?

And, what has it all been for? Eh? Tell me that Mr J in your new Wimpy home...