Tuesday, November 05, 2019

I gazed out the window after putting Jackie to bed, before shutting the shades, and noticed again the window next door. There was a curtain on the bottom, suggesting a semblance of civilization, but through the top shone a single, harsh, bright light, not a normal bulb but a sparkling dot like a little star that made the room featureless and white and I wondered how anyone could tolerate it, what went on in there, was it some kind of torture chamber.