Inside a tiny house on Oak Street, Edmund Atkins is preparing his Monday evening delicacy. Edmund had grown fond of his tiny house with its few windows, few pieces of furniture and few keepsakes. He felt little need to entertain — or leave his home for that matter — content with his evenings alone, cooking and dancing to the Leningrad Cowboy’s country version of Rachmaninoff’s Symphonic Dances Opus No. 45.