We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in a rock for shelter. Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay out doors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it. Who does not remember the interest with which when young he looked at shelving rocks, or any approach to a cave?
- We always imagine how much fun it would be as a little kid to be stranded on an island- but what does that really look like?
“We love shacks because they pose impossible questions”
Where do shacks separate from dwellings for pleasure?
On high sea, how do we seek safety and create luxury?