eh, it's less my windows,
but the windows of all modern humans.
the worlds outside the windows can be molded
into anything chosen
by those in command
and leave those subjects subject to fear
and any other array
of emotions, but then again,
i could say something different
tomorrow about the matter, or a
few seconds from now, seeing as we now as a
whole can analyze anything
we choose in
whichever way we see fit with the
moment, making us now unstable by nature,
so that is how i view the windows....
now.
our time is a time of absurdity.