Growing up, my younger brother, sister, and I made the coolest living room tents. Couch cushions, pillows, blankets, heavy books, the coffee table, and every chair we could take by eminent domain were brought for the building of these subcommunities. As the oldest city planner, I calculated the most efficient placement of the tallest pieces of furniture for maximum living space. We brought in amenities such as snacks, flashlights, and books, and we visited each other’s caves by wriggling our little bodies forward on the carpet like worms with elbows. The quality of life in these spacious tent cities was ranked very high, often attracting