This is my neighbour's house. Their gates are always shut, though I can often hear them having loud parties, and many times I've been tempted to drop a letter into their mailbox to ask if we could be friends, and maybe I could come over some day for a tour of their mansion. It's a very Gatsby inspired dream of mine.
Peculiarly, in the 8 years that I've lived here, I have never seen the residents of this property. So, for the time being, the dream sustains.