so there i was, just walking around long island, and i found a house made out of a giant barrel. or, well, a house designed to look like a giant barrel. just sitting there happily in the middle of potato fields and hedge fund manager’s modest 15,000 square foot palatio-mansions.
i wondered to myself, ‘do they have flat walls? or is it like a wallace neff house where you’d be hard pressed to hang a picture?’ then i got jealous.
why do they have a barrel house in long island?
shouldn’t we have barrel houses in l.a?
we should. but alas, i don’t believe that we do. please prove me wrong. and/or build a barrel house.
contextually it’s nice to have a barrel house in the land of egregiously unsubtle 20,000 square foot hedge fund mansions. which is not to malign hedge fund mansions. except that they’re unsubtle. egregiously so. and huge. again, unsubtly so. but i guess the apocalypse needs gatekeepers, and the apocalypse gatekeepers need apocalypse gatehouses (20,000 sq foot mcmansions).
my benign apocalypse will have gatekeepers who live in happy little barrel houses. because i plan on having a happy apocalypse.