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.
Respect.
