After leaving ceramics class a couple months ago, something occurred to me as I was walking towards my car in the parking garage. To me this immense structure shelters my car from the elements while I am in class and allows for mass parking on a relatively small plot of land. To a homeless person this structure is a mansion. For a brief minute I envied the life of a homeless person and wanted to embrace this structure as my home. My imagination ran rampant as I placed furniture in the parking spaces in my mind.