Modern, high-standard housing, illusive with its infinite supply of clean water and super-sockets from where magic can make light.

The style to house oneself is a symbol of status indeed, not merely a matter of comfort. Basic behavior to loudly advertise ones respectability. What's not been committed just to gain a little respect?

Even small houses cost a lot to run (regardless relativeness). Heating or cooling a four-bedroom villa? Yes, insulation is expensive, but not the place to reduce building costs, -ending up paying tenfold, wasting non-renewable energy. Toilets mixing faeces with drinkingwater, making a toxic sludge that is sprayed over farmland to nourish our food. Water-heaters, holding millions of cubics at 80 degrees, 24 hours per day, 365 days per year, so that looooong showers can be had at any given moment. Taps designed to have running water left for gravity while we brush our teeth, clean dishes or loose ourselves daydreaming in the pleasant shower.

Big houses are dark. Unless they have nice, big windows. Even the super-energy, triple-glazed, argon-filled, über-expensive ones eat heat. Most houses don’t have those.

These h-h-h-houses, made out of xxxx, components pre-made in factories, where laws regulating emissions, use of chemicals and safety, lack far too many paragraphs, where unethical exceptions are granted larger corporations for the sake of “saving jobs”.
Materials needing to be replaced relatively soon, not only due to questionable quality, but because they lack the base for patina. A finish in oak can be a hundred years old and every new decade will just add lustre and character, a kitchen from IKEA anno 1993 is enough to cause morning sickness.
Materials created by clever engineers in laboratories, mysterious board-composites and acrylic-compounds that nature can’t digest, consequently ending up in some landfill as the price of land takes another leap upward.

Houses require (big) gardens, only frequent in rural and suburban areas. So we live in a secluded, beautiful place, in a big, affordable house, nicely decorated and equipped with a wide range of commodities from China, and then we use more refined oil to fetch our daily bread from the office in town.

Concrete, oh concrete -how dusty thou are! Enormous amounts poured into the little pit I sold my soul to have IMF own in my name, rapidly turns into lifeless, grey stone, maybe to be uprooted and thrown into another landfill a generation from now, if building new is still the cheaper option?