The Absurd Window

Keshav Tiwari

Late Night. Sitting in a dimly-lit room. Typing away. My laptop screen glowing on my face. Lo-fi music humming in my ears. Keeping me focused. Pause. I look up through the window in front of me. In the distance, I see another lonely window. The only lit one in its building. Represents a story. Sonder. Every single light in the night has a purpose. There may just be another 20-year-old staring out into the city. With some dream, or some pain that keeps them up at night. Whatever it is, I hope they figure it out.

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Late Night. Sitting in a dimly-lit room. Typing away. My laptop screen glowing on my face. Lo-fi music humming in my ears. Keeping me focused. Pause. I look up through the window in front of me. In the distance, I see another lonely window. The only lit one in its building. Represents a story. Sonder. Every single light in the night has a purpose. There may just be another 20-year-old staring out into the city. With some dream, or some pain that keeps them up at night. Whatever it is, I hope they figure it out.