Attic

I look to Mike.

Attic.

Mike pulls out a laser measurer.

Staple peak is 53 feet.

That's not how that works, right? It's unemotional.

Attic said he

was playing one boss for six

hours.

Attic is very savant-like when it comes to this stuff.

And he's like, he figures things out very quick.

He's like Jamie in that regard.

Bible Black.

know and then also in what the living do it talks about john the brother taking the chandelier apart you know um in the middle of the night there seems to be a similarity in that energy in those two poems but that poem that's amazing that's a classic poem it's amazing

i thought it was my eyes they wanted you know uh i love that uh i love that poem i'm so glad you read that poem All right, I am going to stick with what the living do and read a poem called The Attic, which is another of my all-time favorite poems.

It is a poem about incest and rape.

So trigger warnings for that.

The Attic.

Praise to my older brother, the 17-year-old boy who lived in the attic with me, an exiled prince grown hard in his confinement, bitter, bent to his evening task, building the imaginary building on the drawing board they'd given him in school.

His tools gleam under the desk

And I've hinted a little bit in the morning when we started the visit.

And yeah, the common point between this watch and this Attic and this dial in particular is that we create these three shades of blue.

Usually on the dial, we have only one blue, one gray, and one more clear subcounter.

But here, the three subcounters are blue.

The officer died within days of a mysterious wasting sickness.

And the Gestapo issued a direct order that the attic was to be sealed and never entered again by German personnel.

So what did he see in the dark? A pile of mud? Or was it a sentinel that didn’t need to be alive to take care of business? Even today, the Attic of the Synagogue remains off limits to the public.

In the Nineteen Nineties, a film crew was briefly allowed inside with a geologist.

They found no giant clay statue.

Limitations, terms, and conditions apply.

This next one's from Misty, and it is called The Motherfucker in the Attic.

Picture it, Tulsa, Oklahoma, 2022.

It was two days after Christmas, and I had just gone to bed with my one-year-old and six-year-old after a long day of playing with their Christmas presents, cleaning up after them, playing with more Christmas shit, and cleaning up again.