One window two blinds. One wing is wide and blue, the other is narrow and pale as belonged once to a different window at another house, on both, although they are newly painted, you can see the scratched and age marks.
This window like me, aged, marked, but still indecisive, which house do I belong to? my one hand is painting soft romantic moments, the other creating strong presence. I don’t want to choose.
With some of this and that – combined – the whole, like this window, feels beautiful and exact to me.