Do I see the forest or the trees outside? I’m in the city so with a number of moves it’s really the same sorts of views. I only ever had one that wasn’t other apartments and that was the basis of the little moment had by “Jack”. It was a low ceiling basement suite of a century old house. I still loved that little place. The home of my old film project was based on that place. It had a windowsill so wide and deep it could almost work as a single sized bed and it faced ground level so when you looked up you saw the light of the sun blazing amongst the tall blades of backyard grass.
Now it’s a different patchwork of life beyond the walls. Some are lit, some are faded in the light buts it always still the same maze of a world that is only viewed from that spot. In the place you sit at the end of the day it’s like the world makes that degree of sense that lets you sleep. All the troubles can be moved away far enough, the world quiets down to a flicker and somewhere in that maze of sunlit grasses, the hope lingers in the sweet topsoil.
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