Fiction

The Downward Search for Nuance

The Downward Search for Nuance

Looking down on it, as I so often do, the room seems alive. A bit dark, but that's only because the man who lives there has went out to get dinner and has shut all the windows and doors, save mine, so as to guard against burglary. Normally it is so vibrant. Maybe that is why my mind resides there. I can find the vitality and freedom that is lacking in my actual surroundings. And even though I do nothing but gaze down into that window during the evenings, I feel as though I lived there for years.