A week away, alone, in this. Bliss.
Don't let me do any drugs in this place. I'll convince myself I can fly and try to soar out to the ocean.
I just want a really private space. Preferably that blends in with space itself. Can we shoot me to space in this thing?
Bears can't climb up here, right? Oh they can? I need to move somewhere that doesn't trigger my melissophobia.
Charmingly blocky cabin does not detract from crushingly bleak landscape.
That hot little gazebo down the block is never going to notice you if you don't straighten up and stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Just make sure the stove is off before you hit the road.