What you don't see is the existing structure and organization. How shelves were built into the clay bank under the tent.
That when the tent flaps are opened, the inside is magically white on a sunny day. The floor is terraced. Looking up is like looking at gills of a musroom. The tree branches along with long pieces of drift wood form spokes under the skylight.
If you're reading this thinking want to stop by rethink that. A man, exiled from society for reasons you may want to consider, doesn't want your curiosty or company.