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windows.

July 10, 2009

(nothing to do with Microsoft!)

I was talking to Jess and doing one of my crazy things riffing off a concept on Wednesday, and overly appreciating windows.  Windows are something we generally take for granted, because we just look through them to appreciate what’s on the other side, whether it’s a shop display or a view inside / outside a cafe, someone’s home or while we’re travelling.  But after a while, my silliness started to display a shred of truth… Without windows, we wouldn’t have oxygen to breathe, sunlight so we can see, fresh air so we can keep cool when we are indoors.  So windows are a pretty useful invention, let alone if there’s a fire and we need an escape route.

Okay, so I may be exaggerating a tiny bit, but at the same time none of what I’m saying is technically wrong!  Anyways, tonight I was on the bus and I find myself looking out of the window a lot, rather than reading whatever reading material I have with me (I usually carry a book or something) because I can listen to my ipod and escape with my thoughts a bit.  And I find myself looking to see whether I will by chance pass anyone I know… A part of me for a long time has wanted to see this guy I was seeing for a few weeks last year, but then we lost interest in one another… but I guess I never forgot about him completely.  His name is Mikey, and he actually lives quite close to my nan.  But I hadn’t seen him in nearly a year – well guess what.  I was on the bus home and finally I saw him – he looks as good looking as I remember, wearing the same clothes I remember… he hadn’t really changed.  And I wondered what he would think if he saw me from the same window, whether he would think I looked any different (I personally think I do, the gym has paid off, my hair is darker now and my fashion game is always stepping up – but I don’t know if these are types of things that are instantly noticeable).  How much do we take in at first glance, and how much do we simply see in the blink of an eye and then let it pass us by?

At my nan’s today, we also had a situation where an ambulance pulled up outside our neighbour’s house and was parked there for a few hours.  Obviously, we were slightly curious as to what was going on, because the neighbour is a noisy nuisance but the old lady whose house it is has mysteriously disappeared after a fall (she had been living alone far too long, suffering from near-blindness, near-deafness and possible dementia, but her family couldn’t be bothered to intervene – they’re all a bit crazy) and has been replaced by her grandson who has no job, comes and goes at all hours (sometimes with dog), leaves dog poo in the back yard for days on end (along with piles of plates… outside!) and causes lots of disturbance.  And the strategy of eavesdropping through a window (ok i know this sounds really bad! but we’ve all done it 😛  ) requires some finesse!  You need to not rustle the net curtain, to keep enough of a distance from it so that nobody can tell from outside that you are by the window looking out.  You need to have a window slightly open so you can hear what is being said, but you can’t open any windows once the event has started because otherwise it will be obvious and construed as somebody wanting to eavesdrop (even if you genuinely just want fresh air!).  So we had to be strategic… though it turned out we learned very little anyway, other than the old lady has not returned to the house, and people were wandering in and out wearing masks… was the grandson ill?  Drugs, smoke?  Swine flu?  Who knows… it’s a mystery.

Anyways, windows are something we take for granted every day, but they are also a gateway which trap us on one side, but bestow upon us a view or an insight into the daily mysteries of life, all while keeping us on a lifeline.

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