— unpredictable thoughts

honeycomb

Yes­ter­day dur­ing our after­noon tea break I looked out the win­dow to find a lone win­dow washer. Look­ing at him float­ing on the grid of win­dows was an intrigu­ing sight.

I thought… what a great job it would be to float down the sides of build­ings; look­ing in on the hon­ey­comb cells of urban life. What would I see that sur­prised me? Would any­thing sur­prise me at all? Would I be lost in the zen of wash­ing win­dows — notic­ing only the glass sur­face I would cover with soapy water and squeegee clean with rhyth­mic geo­met­ric motions?

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