I have seen my heroes dying, Nora tells her diary, which is as good as telling her twin sister, who looks just like Nora, who will read it anyway. My heroes look nothing like my husband, she writes, but all of them are men.

At night the sharp angles of the house grow mice teeth and Nora is bitten at least twice while sleepwalking. The house is hungry for wives. I shouldn’t live here, Nora thinks, I want to roam the page like naked oak, I don’t want to have children.

All of Nora’s identical twin sisters are also called Nora. Torvald has a younger brother by the same name, and a neighbour called Ole. Nora bites back, the house squeals like a rat. The dark corners shrink to transform into bats, shadow bats, and all of them carry Nora’s face.

Nora is so desperate for approval, she disguises her disgust for Torvald as love. From the outside, the illusion looks even better than the real thing. They snort coke together as if they were a TV show, and to them, this is as good as it gets. It is the real thing.

What do you have to prove, Nora asks, and Nora shoots back: Who do you have to prove something to? Torvald and Nora are writing a song about Nora and Torvald being hypocrites with mice teeth, wanting to take bites out of every house in the world. So Nora gets pregnant and Torvald poses as a father.

Torvald and Nora record a podcast about their baby, it was Torvald’s idea. Nora posts photos of the bleeding house and the smiling bats and the happy baby and the empty Torvald and her identical body and she gets lots of sharp teeth as a reply.

One of Nora’s heroes is the night. He’s constantly online and Nora longs to be by his side when he isn’t. In the absence of the house, Nora’s body ceases to be famous. The baby teethes. The bats who look like Nora tilt their little furry heads and build a house inside their phones. A house without bite marks.

Nora has more children than Nora. Her lovers love her the most. Except for Torvald, whom she desired but married his older brother Torvald instead, because that’s whom she could have. Ole is not interested.

The baby boy grows up to be a witch, despite all of Nora’s and Torvald’s efforts. It is the golden age of the twink. Yet the other children laugh at him. Nora considers making another baby. Torvald rides his motorbike out of town. When he comes back, the bats have had their teeth bleached.

Nora writes about how devoid of any need she is. Torvald prints her words on a shirt and walks around with it. We are only here to be left alone. Will Nora believe Nora and does Nora really love her sister? Will you hug me, house. I’ve had enough.

Torvald’s teeth plan a vacation. They sublet his mouth to a rat’s denture in the meantime. The house lives a secret life inside the phone. The bats marvel at Torvald’s new teeth. Nora’s son is a witch and Nora’s sister gave birth to a pack of rats. There is nothing to worry about anymore. Nora paints Nora’s nails and Nora takes a photo of them. They exist, but Ole doubts the shape of their bite marks.