Right, that's it. I need to sell most of my stuff, buy a field and an egg-shaped house and live happily ever after. (Although if that red bucket is the only hygiene available, I may re-think this plan). This little pod has a sleekness and simplicity that I find both beguiling and delightful: no ratty printer cables, spare batteries and phone bills that are in my "can't throw out but don't know what to do with in the meantime" category.
This place looks like how I believe my atheistic (and aesthetic) heaven should be.