When your house is crumbling down don’t fix it. Notwithstanding a long habit of you doing so ever since the first imperceptible <crack!> in the kitchen wall; or the flakes of paint peeled by the wind above your deck a deck built with shiny tools; or ever since damp spots flourished on your walls and ceiling, though you never let them reach their full artistic potential like Michelangelo who saw David in a big white rock.
Year in, year out, your castle turns to keep draws the bridge with you inside. Take three steps back and look: can you? can you patch up everything? can you keep skipping from pipes to wires to brick and mortar to carpets to windows to wooden beams to floor tiling to coats of paint over coats of paint?
You hear its joints screeching at night its wailing during storms its sizzling under the sun and none is pretty no, none none.
Just go!
Abandon ship!
Find yourself a nice clean piece of land to build anew from scratch from dreams from the deepest blue print buried in you.
