Through the blinds. The glorious view from the 19^th floor.

Shrouded in the thick fog-like atmosphere ignited by the setting sun, the regular, canted tan-coloured units of Victoria Market's roofs.

And amidst the steaming evening mist, a view beyond: the barely glimpsed, barely remembered Cobden street.

Oh the sudden rush of gravity, of emotion, of experience --

Entire lifetimes lived and perished within that tiny house on that tiny street – Joy, Ecstasy, Sadness, Despair, Companionship, Loneliness, Fun, Listlessness, Hope, Loss, Lust – a previous incarnation now (almost) within line-of-sight!

- posted by Tweck @ 1:07 AM