Rear Window
Well, not really. More like front windows. Mine and those across the street. But it reminds of the Hitchcock movie. Very New York summer, all kinds of neighbors living all kinds of ways. And mine - an old woman who combs her cat a lot on the window when the sun most strikes her place in the afternoon. a young guy who looks like he’s living in a disco, room flooded with flashing colored lights and undulating streams of choppy video at all times of night and day for hours and hours at a time. a young married couple watch their two little girls dance a lot. their next door neighbor - a young single who spends the vast majority of her boring day invisibly chained to her keyboard and desktop. But the biggest thing I notice is how many windows hold no life most of the time. No bodies, no light. I know they're in there. It’s 9 o’clock at night and I can see about 80 windows and only 13 of them are lit from within.