homestead tender_square last night he dreamt of insulation. last night i dreamt of doors. he said the roof was lacking in its protection; the heat was staying within but anything from the sky could fall through the attic, a skeleton frame we could see as we raised our gaze from the main floor. i didn’t tell him i was substituting an alder door for one of glass, or that i desired to see beyond the threshold to know what awaited me. 211106 what's it to you? who go blather from