I dont want long drawn out answer i just want a single word or one sentance answer
Where do you live?
Many thanks in advance,
Apple.
I live inside a fleshy web of inter-dependancy, searching for a solution to the ever-present difficulties of lacking and craving, driven to do what I don’t fully understand, and at the same time, am.
I’m inside of a “house”, inside of a “country”, inside of a “bipsphere”, inside of a concentual dream, which is the mobilization known as “reason”, though it exists in a swiss-cheese-like condition of holiness.
There are lots of very small and very big things all around me, each tiny in prespective to an incomprehensible all, thus I must focus on things relative to my existence mainly/only.
In my lab.
At least that’s how I feel sometimes. I accidentally said, “I’ve gotta go home” the other day, meaning my lab.
D’oh!
I live in the values that I have available to me after having jettisoned all the ones that I have found wanting, or stupid. I live within the matrix of my philosophy - that is my world.
I live in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
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earth.
What Mystic said.
DEEDEE, GET OUT OF MY LABORITORY!
Interesting
That me.
There was another dude on here from Hali too, I don’t think he lasted though.
Welcome, btw. 
I will be here for quite awhile ~ Watch out!
and Thank You!
In a town without pity. Right X?
mild version of hell (England), inside a form of sub contioseness where the outlook and intake when analyzed by the brain is very different to that of normal human after a while makes you all look like you have monkey brains.
Wigga-wigga-word, yo.
In my head.
You have no idea what hell is, my friend! 
To answer the question:
I live in my head.
personally I live in paradise, sunny california.
Northern california, not la la land.
Kropotkin
strange to see none of you live in homes.
This so far has helped me a little, im just struggling to define; house or place as to ‘home’.
Regards and Many thanks,
Apple x
is that so ?
apple - Oh! I live in one room in a big old farmhouse in Maine. Being the capitalist pig that I am accused of being, I have about six shirts, a similar number of pairs of pants, the requisite undergarments, a couple of pairs of shoes, some books, a knapsack full of survival equipment (you never know!) and a computer there, also. A couple of paintings. Sleeping bag. Guns and knives. Not much else. Can evacuate in minutes. Never have evacuated in minutes.
That’s where I live. For now. Why is that interesting? I technically do not have a home, as I move south (to an undetermined dwelling) each autumn. Don’t know where I’ll be next spring, but maybe still in FL. That’s the “plan”, anyway.