A window

I have chosen not to philosophize too much for you and I will continue on this path for the most part, but today, here is a little something. For the purpose of this example all windows' are see through. There exist a pane of glass. This pane of glass is the main part of the window. It is a curious thought this pane, this window. Windows are to see through just as much as they are to stop things from entering or passing through. Which or what is the essence of a window? It is to allow things like light and sight to pass through or is it to stop cool breezes and bugs from entering. Is it both? Of course it is both but where lies it true essence. Did the ideas coincide? Did someone simultaneously think that a window could let things in as well as keep them out? This blog is essentially a window. I allow what I choose to be seen and felt, and at the same time I choose what is not seen and felt. I am here feeling the air while you are seeing it through a window but not feeling it. Here are a few pictures and comments for the window.

For all the recyclers out there.
They do NOT recycle. They burn their garbage, plastic bottles, bags and all. Every morning or almost every morning people are out sweeping in from of their shops. They sweep the garbage into a pile. Their neighboring shop does the same. They sometime combine the piles and then, they burn them.
Below is a pile all ready to be burned.


The reason it smells like urine all over the streets is because the bathrooms are open urinals with open drainage systems. Half the time people don't even bother to use them, they simply find a corner and let 'er rip as we would on a drunken walk home. The difference is, they do it in broad daylight, on every street in every city, big or small. Here is a picture of a urinal.



Here is where I had breakfast this morning. He is knows as the Omelet-Man. There are motorbikes that whiz by left and right.





I have also added a video to facebook of a young boy playing music in the street. Check it out there.
All of this is in the making, and I am the maker.