I am window salesperson. Every month I make a lot of business trips across the country. The people living in the north like large windows, because they need much sunshine in winter. The people living in the south also like large windows, because they need much wind in summer. The sales of small windows are always bad and my boss is unhappy about it, so I walk from town to town, carrying a bundle of unsold windows on my back. In the dirty street, there are a dozen homeless people in ragged clothes. One guy asks me what I am carrying. I answer him that these are unnecessary items for the people who live outside the walls, but he snatched a palm-sized window from me and look into it. In a few seconds, he starts weeping. So do his mates. I take back the window and look into it. In the small frame, I find myself, entirely naked, weeping in the autumn rain.
