It's funny you know. This city isn't that large, yet it can blot out the rest of the universe. It's not the pride of the people I'm referring to but the light and the waste.
I love looking at the stars, but here I can't.
They're drowned, masked in an ugly persistent orange glow. The glow so characteristic of western civilization.

I have no Television (yet), no phone (yet), no internet (yet). Seemingly, I've been left to drift by the telecomm giants.

Yet I have entertainment.
My window, a kaleidoscope of lives. As far to the left, as far to the right as I can see. The colors, the shapes, the lights, continually change. We've given names to the different sights, names which have stuck like the names of different television channels

The Evangelists
A window to the left reads, "Hi Friends! Jesus is the lord." A Canadian light lamp gives the paint a weak backlight, but enough that it can be read.
At first I thought it was a joke, but then, after other casual glances, different arrangements of the drapes, and changing lighting, it became obvious it wasn't. A large dark cross hangs on their wall, near the ceiling. A picture of the Virgin Mary graces the wall opposite, and then of course the people themselves. They remind me fully of the people we (in days of greater and inexcusable immaturity) made fun of. People of my age, they gather on their knees in their living room. As I wander into my kitchen, just awakened, they are already kneeling, praying it would seem. Food for thought and faith it would seem.

The Asian Nation
Astonishingly, in the center is a window which by last count housed at least eight Asian students. As the drapes move about, bunk beds are evident. Every room a Bedroom, Two bunks in the Living room. Ikea. There's arm waving, pointing, and when the wind is still, shouting. I can imagine the frustration with the crowding. It's the drama channel.

The Lusty Latinos
As everyone here knows, there have been some issues in installing blinds and drapes and as a result the super has simply been overwhelmed with requests for installation. Hence, few, if any have established their privacy. But to put it short, this couple doesn't care, or doesn't notice. Every night, same time, same place. Just to the upper right. How'd I find out? A neighbour pointed it out to me while I held the door to the garbage chute open for her. Apparently if I didn't have glasses, I'd get the real view. It's funny; usually you have to pay for this channel. But then again, the "Dudes" down the corridor, a bunch of young Telecomm Giant Marketers have started up a collection to buy the couple blinds or at least drapes. So I guess it is pay TV in a way. But either way, it makes good conversation while on a deck sharing beers and stories.

So the entertainment is unique and ever changing.
I relax on my couch reading my book, browsing the internet, glancing through the glass when a flash, when movement catches my eye.

And every so often, when I glance, I catch someone glancing into my apartment.
I wonder what the name of my channel is.
I wonder. What have they seen me doing.
intersting...