Did you hear about this French artist who buried himself underneath a Marseille bookstore for a week? He basically lived in a tiny hole for a week, with only a small stack of books to keep him company, selected by the bookstore clerk.
I’m just gonna say it: I have often fantasized about taking a similar style reading holiday. Many times. Not to this guy’s extreme, obviously (apparently, his legs swelled from being cramped for so long), but I’d pull a Tom Hanks in a minute if I could hang out on a deserted island for a week and read a stack of hand-selected books. How about you?
You can read more and watch a video interview with him here.