Behind every window lives many stories.
Curtains shield the details from us.
Yet–perhaps–we can imagine a child peering down from this century-old apartment. Perhaps a woman wipes her brow and pauses between chores. A man smokes his cigarette.
They live everywhere, some of them longing for you to sit with them today, to hear the movements of life blowing against the brick, urging you to open the window and let the stories be fully shared, and heard, before they scatter to the wind.
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” said the Wizard of Oz.
Luckily, Dorothy did.