A moment in psychedelic or weed trip, when you eventually encounter a mirror and look into your eyes to check how red they are, or how wide pupils are, and optionally end up standing there, staring and thinking about who or what you are, what counciousness is, what human is, what reality is, and other questions about Universe.
Yesterday I've been stuck on red eye checkpoint for a five minutes straight, and ended up showing myself middle finger.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.