On the swaying train, I watch houses rush past.
Each window revealing living rooms and spaces,
each with its own story.
I find myself realizing, almost without thought: we all carry an inner world alongside the outer one.
Micro, macro
a universe within a universe.
A honeycomb of inner worlds we call home.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: This Is Home – Peter Gabriel
Inside out, outside in
