The Absurd Odyssey of Pint-Sized Pad Pioneers

Photography of, a clown squeezing into a tiny house, vivid colors, absurd composition, uncanny environment

A hysterical sob from a life questioner, Jack Superblack, about the seemingly absurd existence of the Tiny House Movement. Stick around for a morbid chuckle about dying alone, quite satisfactorily fitting!

Janus "Huggable" McKlutzy, a self-proclaimed guru of the Tiny House Movement, still holds a strong belief in the tribe of pint-sized dwellers. "The giant parasites of capitalism just gnawed at our tiny utopia," he mumbles, adjusting his clown nose which somehow expands the meaninglessness for him.

Apart from defining an existential crisis, McKlutzy describes a tiny house as an abode with organizational discipline akin to a squirrel hoarding nuts in a shoebox, yet somehow doesn't lack a thing. For instance, if you think a wine cellar is important, there might be, quite literally, a hole with a few wine bottles.

Ever thought of dumping $100,000 into a claustrophobic hamster cage of a house? Of course not! But it kicked off as a snazzy trend post the 2008 recession. Nothing says hysterical recovery like living in a space smaller than some walk-in closets. Ah, death would be a roomier option, wouldn't it?

Meanwhile, Bob "Away from Sanity" Smeckledorf, a young pup, had dreams of a miniature castle in Colorado. But the building regulations demanded so much cash, he might as well have tried to fill the Grand Canyon with quarters. Beaming with the joy of a thousand suns, he recounts, "As I was contemplating an early entrance to the afterlife, to escape the misery of life, mom showed me a magazine with some lady living in a trailer!". He then eraised himself to a matchbox living. A composting toilet? More like a glorified hole in the ground with some peat moss.

Smeckledorf, along with his partner Mildred "Lost the Plot" Zingerling, constructed their mini house of supposed dreams. They made a documentary about it, with each scene more absurd than the last. Smeckledorf assured us that the unexpected success of the film convinced him there is an audience for just about anything. An audience for watching paint dry, perhaps?

Hugging his stuffed zebra firmly, Smeckledorf concluded, "It was a whirlwind. As overwhelming as finding a note in your fortune cookie saying you'll die alone.". Ah, isn't life just a riotous comedy with a personally tailored punchline of dying alone?

Based on the original article "What Ever Happened to the Tiny House Movement?".