I am at the city's fairgrounds and RV park, a clean but soulless place, preparing for my morning appointment at the Mayo Clinic. Then I am off to locations rougher and quieter. The message is that home is where you make it, even if it exists within a (silver) bubble.
Just now, doing what I guess constitutes my current version of work, I again realized how I am subconsciously compelled to create a home space wherever I am. I think we all are. Interesting. I didn't stage the photo below. Everything in the picture is important. Nothing is not. Perfect.
No matter how small this habitat is, for most of humanity it would be an improvement. I just think it's cool.