inhabiting.

duders,
it's pretty great.
i mean it.
huh?
oh.
sorry.
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is great.
it's old.
it's busted.
it's ugly.
and it's F*ing dope.
why?
because,
every lonely lord needs a haunted castle.
it's kind of integral to the archetype.
every wizard has his inaccessible tower.
every mad scientist has his house on the hill.
that's a real thing.
you've got to play to the strengths you've been provided with.
and as such,
i'm inclined to combine all those elements in order to make sure
my museum-mausoleum-mansion fits the bill.
there's a whole lot to be said for being a hermit
when your spot-on site-specific space for solitude an' sh!t
is so mutha-flippin' expert.
y'know?
c'mon.
just check the teleport:

damn, neighbors,
i love being home-
and for as cold and empty and creaky and leaky as it is?
yeah.
there's just no place like it.

uh-huh.
it's good for you.
and anyway,
my house and i have a whole lot in common.
we're both interesting and terrible and old and broken.
that's the truth.
and for a little minute, once in a long while,
we're warm and inviting and all that sort of thing.
tonight is that night.
a full moon,
a rainstorm,
a toasty fire,
candles,
and all the things that make the rest of the times,
when the styles are impossibly hard worth it.
i'll stay home, kids,
whenever i can.
it's where i belong,
and where i fit in,
and it's the place and space i am supposed to occupy.
this is my home;
never quiet, never soft.....