So: I’m the only open window of this house? And what does that tell you? All the others are right and I am wrong?

All the others shelter the occupants and I don’t? All the others care for the appearance of the house? All the others have something or someone behind themselves to care for, to protect or to give coziness and warmth? Is that what you think?

House
By Detlef.

If that’s what you’re thinking think again, because you only think you’re thinking because you are just reproducing the prejudices of your mass conform brain. Until now you thought that windows don’t talk – didn’t you? Well: here you go. Do I talk or don’t I?

And as I talk you might as well assume I’m right and if you don’t you better shut up. I interfere with the harmony of this facade? Let me tell you loud and clear: You interfere with the freshness of the air in the room I’m sheltering.

And that room is like a son to me. It’s the apple of my eye, it’s what I live for and it will be what I die for. That’s what I believe and yes, Sir: I have a belief and I’m not ashamed to stand by it and to utter it loud and clear: Let me be open wide, let me let the sunshine in, the wind, the freshness, let  me be  open wide for health, for creativity and last but not least: Let me be open wide for freedom.


(frenetic applause, all windows open with a solemn gesture,  flag raised in front of house, window anthem played by the window marching band)

Technorati Tags: