Window

Window to the World

Every work day, I stare at Windows, without a glimpse into the outside reality. Every work day is a reference to a book, a document, a position. I love windows. I watched the four seasons changed through my window frame in Denmark. What a beautiful time frame. And to a certain extent, one cannot deny the postmodern ideal that all texts perpetually refer to other texts, rather than to external reality. If not literally than in this case, figuratively.