Wishing you knew when the end of the world is so you could have that last piece of cheesecake. In a more general sense the desire to do anything you generally deny yourself when it won't matter any longer to be thin, or rich, or whatever because the world is going to end.
I wish I knew when the world would end because then I would have that last piece of cheesecake.
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 $2million.