I wonder if, when looking out from any of these windows, reality looks any different from than how the windows and their immediate surrounds appear.

On the one hand, to doubt it would cynical; the decay of the minds living in these windows might see the world much the same as they allow their home to become. On the other hand, does that mean the discourse of our perspectives is static?

I can’t take my eyes off the red bricks that protrude through the worn stucco.

Let’s hope these aren’t all living room windows.

You have to appreciate the textures in these walls and windows as they play with your vision. So many layers and levels to what these windows are, and what they might be like from the other side.

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