my shack life and junk

 

Sometimes I need to step out of the digital concentration camp for a minute and feel something...too get away from one dimension into six...

                    When we moved into our shack I had a door. One door.

                              I found some junk. Now, there's almost five.

                    I can't seem to settle for letting things be what they are.
                                ...and I can't go for "sterile"...or closed in.