Dada Is My Name

Roof is my name Roof is my name, I can put one right over you, give you protection and shelter. Don’t hit me when you’re excited, although I like to be high up in peace, unmolested, well aired, and majestic! I’m connected to walls but I’m always above them, my outsides exposed to the world. I bear the burden of rain, hail, and snow, ferocious cold winds and burning hot suns, I get crapped on by birds, possums, and rats, but I cop everything like a Stoic. Sometimes I leak, which reminds me that I’m far from immortal, I can also be destroyed by disasters. Humans can burn me, typhoons and hurricanes can lift me clean off my body, my walls, but thankfully that doesn’t happen too often. When it does, the reverse lottery has been won and I’m lost, broken and/or disintegrated, but maybe my pieces will join to make something new? But enough melancholy, I’m proud and I’m strong, Roof is my name, Look Up, I Am With You Photo by Valentin Lacos...