"A Portal to another dimension"

I love this more than anything:

I was joking when I said something about how I could live in a Dog House that would be kept in a corner of the architects' studio. That all I deserved was a dog house. That it was appropriate for so many reasons. And that even THAT was preferable to an hour in the presence of my artist-classmates. That it was a recluse and a jail. That it was a home for a bitch. That it was subhuman. That I had built it. That I had put up my own walls. That it was the most comforting feeling to sit inside that space that was just the right height to let me stand in the center and just enough room for me to rest in the fetal position but not very comfortable to sleep in. That it was MY space. That putting up those walls and drowning out their noise made everything easier to bear and nothing hurt me anymore. That I know that I was lonely and that it was all my fault. And I love it. I don't want to take it apart and I have nowhere to put it. MY dog house.