I squint through the trees at the end of the garden and see a house. I look to the right and see a...

I squint through the trees at the end of the garden and see a house. I look to the right and see a house. I look left, ahead, behind, and I see houses - bricks, mortar, rooftops. We have locked ourselves into boxes, entombed ourselves far from the world and called it success; progress, civilisation.