A man collects junk and surrounds his house with ever expanding bands of junk. However, inside his house is another world, rarely seen.
In your story, you could address:
- Why does he collect junk in the first place?
- Why is he surrounding his house with it?
- What’s so special/different about the house (inside)?
- What’s it like inside? Immaculate or a fantasy world, etc.?
- Does anything special/significant happen inside the house, either to objects or people? To the collector?