The title of Thomas Merton’s book, The Seven Storey Mountain, has gotten me to wondering why the word “story” has come to refer both to a layer of a building and a piece of fictional narrative.

Perhaps we are meant to combine the two things. Live in both of our stories, physical and word.

Obviously, regarding houses, the longer that you stay in a place, the more of yourself that you put into the place. By that, I mean not just rugs and furniture and personal items, but changes that you make, or don’t make to the structure.

You put in a wall or a doorway, or you learn to adjust to the lack of that wall or that doorway. Paths are worn into the carpet or the varnish of the floor. We begin to wear our spaces like we wear our clothes. We make them fit, or we move on.

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