Entry 2: Windows

This entry is written in the comforts of my fairly-lit, crème-washed, artificially ocean-scented room 23 floors above the ground. I am sitting in a leather cushion which I snatched from our living room while my housemates are out for the weekend. When I look around, I see my wardrobe in front, the left is occupied with a bunk bed, in my right is a wooden closet, and at my back is the highlight of the room, a three-paneled, sepia-toned glass window.

I have always been amused with windows. They allow one to be in two places at once. Back at home, I used to have a wonderful view of the sky, mango trees, and lush greeneries in my room. Yet in this city room I rent, all I see are rows of people ridden-panes.

The nostalgic orange sky or the occasional perching doves appeal not to my “neighbors” here. The only time they draw near the window, is when nicotine calls them. Some people embellish their spaces with florals or items of aesthetics; not my neighbors. Their idea of urban décor is smoke butts collecting in the trellis.

I have no problems about that. The entire Metro Manila lies in a blanket of smog anyway. I just hope people who live in this building would be more human-like. They seem detached from the stories of the streets, songs of the Aves, and beauty of the sky.

I think the closest window they frequent are those labeled as XP, Vista, or 7, so to my neighbors who are interested, these are just a few of what you folks have been missing: