A window is a painting someone has forgot the painting in.
Keep it shut, the inside air is better, because of filters.
The window is a filter. All filters, windows. Soliloquy, sobriquet, or jism.
Failing logic, I wish someone would respond to the earth–I have been wishing.
Wishing is its opposite.
Also: projects to correct the self end in incessance.
Yet another thing, my sisters, we can’t keep having.