Making a floor. How do you make a floor without it looking like a deck? How do you make a floor that looks loved and lived in? Is it wrong to make a floor that is attempting to be something, when in reality is not? Does this make the floor a lie, or perhaps a facsimile? These were the questions spinning through my mind as I built my piece, my floor. By the end of the day, my boards were cut, stained, assembled and nailed in place, and still I crawled into bed, questioning if I could make my floor sincere.