Comfort

Abstract

First paragraphs:

In the gauzy tunnel, the vines multiply and flow, growing and twining into the outlines of a nearly circular house. They build the bottom floor beneath the earth, yet even this basement glows with green and pink light because the two floors above have no walls, only archways to the outdoors, and the house is fully open to the sky. The streams of vines then unwind and retreat, leaving a latticework of beams composed of quartz, jasper, and jade in their place.

This is my house. When you visit, the house is ours. This is where my love lives. . . .