Do you know when a window view is urban?
When your look through the window and everything you see are other windows. A lot of them.
The view out of my window has changed suddenly. January has left me with a grey view: old buildings, almost no houses, occasional trees, brands fighting a psychological warfare, and people unable to go out their apartaments without synthetic emotions.
It’s a typical urban scenario. For people who’ve got amazing powers of observation through the years, it’s empty and meaningful at the same time.
There are a lot of windows to look at and be curious about.
The sky is still there, though, playing the non-urban role in my life, whatever the window view is.
I’m sure there are curious things to think about when you live – but they all look more curious when you live in the twelfth floor.
Can’t you see? The urban view is a playground for overthinkers.
From Pink Floyd’s Nobody Home song. ↩︎