Published: 20 March 2025

windows

There is no worse fate than being captive in a windowless room. If the room is small, all the worse. It must be said within our core being, windows promise escape.
We don’t make buildings without windows, other than for specific reasons. Primarily, buildings that need to be secured, because windows don’t only promise escape, they offer entrance. Buildings like power stations, bank vaults, military installations and of course, prisons. Whose windows, if they exist, offer only respite from endless mono colour interior, but rarely escape.
Windows are doors, as doors are windows.
Windows, in most buildings, invite the outside in, especially air. “Open the window and let’s freshen this place up,” is a common refrain. In the Spring people don’t only open the windows to let in fresh air, they clean the windows, to let the new light of Spring in unabated, as unfiltered as possible, that the life of the house be renewed and as transparent as possible.
Windows don’t contain the home. They not only open, windows make the home one with the outside. Windows bring in the outdoors. With the right windows and architecture, it can be difficult to say where the division is between outside and inside of the house.
Apartment building, skyscraper windows, of course, do not meet any of these criteria; they are no longer windows when hermetic. They are transparent walls, nothing more. I have to admit, I always feel a sense of claustrophobia when in any room where the windows do not open. They’re a false promise.

This panel shows an episode taken from the Odyssey, an epic poem attributed to the Greek poet Homer. Penelope was married to the Greek hero Odysseus, who fought in the Trojan war, but during his 20-year absence she was pursued by other men – seen here queuing up for her attention. She vowed that she would only remarry once her weaving was complete. She ensured that it never was by unpicking her daily labour each night. The man seen entering the room carrying a staff – a symbol of a traveller – might be Odysseus; when he did finally return, he killed the suitors with his bow and arrows.

Pinturicchio, Three Frescoes from Palazzo del Magnifico, Siena, about 1509, fresco, transferred to canvas, 125.5 × 152 cm (49.409 x 59.843 inches)

Windows feature prominently in art. Vermeer is the first artist I can think of who uses windows as an integral part of his compositions, but I’m sure there are others earlier. I don’t pretend to be a deep authority in art history, I just like art. Whether Vermeer (mid 17th C), or Pinturicchio (early 16th C), or others, artists include windows to introduce new effects of light and colour into the composition, to display greater technique and virtuosity; windows can be a new picture within the larger picture, what is seen without introduced to what is within.
Such pictures within windows can be commonplace or fantastic, they can allow new characters to enter, or to be seen from afar. The paintings of Chagall abound with such examples. Ellsworth Kelly creates paintings of windows expressed as simple lines in ratio to the frame of the painting, such that the representation of the window becomes an essay on division of space within the painting. Kelly’s simple window makes us meditate on the meaning of the window, its representation, its method of representation, the effect of its representation within both art and our living.
Windows frame what is within them as art. Windows introduce the new to within. Windows allow us to look forward into the future. Windows invite us to escape the within both abstractly, and if necessary, physically. Windows not only let us see out; they allow us to see that which we never find inside without them — constant change in light and shadow, and what is to be seen outside, whether it’s something we’re expecting and waiting for, or anything outside of our control — windows replace interior predictability by introducing the constant change of the outside world.

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Fermi’s paradox

First, it’s not a paradox. A paradox goes something like this: {X|x = ~x} That’s not what Fermi is proposing.
If you’re not familiar with Fermi’s paradox, here’s Wikipedia’s summation:
“The Fermi paradox is a conflict between the argument that scale and probability seem to favor intelligent life being common in the universe, and the total lack of evidence of intelligent life having ever arisen anywhere other than on Earth.”
I think it’s time to put the Fermi paradox to rest.

Mnemosyne

It strikes me, thinking about the Titans, that the ancient Greeks assigned, not timeless attributes to their gods, but those attributes they considered most worthy. Light figures largely, as does water, but it is the mind that seems to be equivalent to these,

City Lights

I was thinking today the most emotional moment I’ve witnessed in film is the ending of City Lights. The Tramp stands, looks at the once blind girl in her florist shop, and his face is like a river filled with a mix of emotions only Chaplin could convey silently. But that is not the moment.

Singing

Sight is instantaneous and hence illusory and easily confused. Ask any magician.
Hearing is visceral and moves through our body at a speed we can experience.

To forget

If you could forget anything about yourself, about your past, about how you think, would you?
I know I would. There are shameful things, fortunately not many, I’d like to forget.

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