A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

A Story of Windows and Reality

| February 27, 2008

Share Suppose I live in one room of a house my entire life. I never leave this room and this room has only one window looking outside. To me, this window-view of the outside world—the trees, the hills, the sky—is the only view. To me, this is what the outside world looks like: what I [...]