i well recall that when esme b. took me to walden pond one fall i had shuddered at the thought of that notorious cabin (also scoffing that he took his laundry home to his mother, it slams the door somewhat on that usual criticism of singaporean adults living at home seeming to trade ironed shirts for self-reliance), but i daresay i’d have been able to survive a few weeks had i some of these modular ‘glamping’ tents.

(photo from dezeen)