So it turns out

If you stop trying to put the flames out

Get yourself comfy,

Pull a stool out,

Watch the flames lick the sky,

That you might learn to die

Like a planet, like a son

Of the universe,

Nebula and dissolute

Unresolved and resolute

Only in your passing through…

What happens when a disgraced childrens and light entertainer becomes your proxy landlord and nutritional gatekeeper. Well, speculate no more.