Florence: A bit voyeuristic

posted by Jamila




When I lived in Florence, my window looked out upon a small street whose name I forget. Across the street was another apartment building, and there was a particular apartment whose windows were often open. Into those windows I would watch. No people ever entered the scene; it was as if no one lived there. But somebody worked there. Somebody read and wrote in that apartment, and I enviously would stare at their large desk full of books and papers. In the movie version of my life, I would have sent a paper airplane with a note flying over.


Neighbor,
Tell me, what do you ponder here at this desk?
Yours!,
Lady J, across the way


(That doesn't sound too desperate, does it?)