The windows

There is no object deeper, more intimately, more fecund, more frightful, more dazzling as a window lighted by a lamp. What can be seen in the sun is always less interesting than what’s going on behind a window. In this black or bright cave, life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
 
Charles Baudelaire – The windows​  (1962)
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