To build a house for a poet. To make a house for daydreaming, living and dying. A house in which to read, to write and to think.

We raised white walls to create a box open to the sky, like a naked, metaphysical garden. To create an interior world we plant leafy trees.

And floating in the centre is a box with three levels. The highest for daydreaming. The garden level for living. The deepest level for sleeping.