-I am looking for something. -What is it? -I don’t know – I admitted – I imagine it’s like a door.* A portable door – I added -Let’s search for it together. How does the door look? -It doesn’t. It just takes you in sometimes. When it’s time.   .…

the air swam a little different in the days following the fire as though held in a state of impassioned disbelief an imposed shock or awe – in breath not quite lost but caught – by oils, and the scene of now blackened embers, charred brick beams of the roof…