It is the repository of chaos, absorbing entropy like the portrait of Dorian Gray.It also contains stuff very efficiently (but the roof needs repair). If this shed were the Messiah, the partial ruin of the earlier shed that lurks behind it must be a kind of John the Baptist among sheds. A fox spends his days in there, sleeping on an old tarp. This near duality of sheds nearly makes me Two Sheds Jackson, but for the dilapidation of the older shed, which only qualifies as a lean-to.
My shed is visible on Google Earth.
`The URL of this beast is 666`. No demonic activity was observed on 6/6/06. My resident fox has repaired to the shed roof for the summer.