and the moon rose
the rain falls, the wind howls, a man is lost in thought
There are a million things this man could be thinking, and of course we can’t know any of them. Not really. He could be remembering a lost love, or mulling over a recent fight (thinking up all the things he should have said hours after it’s too late to say them). Perhaps he is lonely and finds solace in looking out at the lives taking place in the world below. Perhaps he feels trapped in his own life below and has to escape above it just to remember freedom. Could be, he’s trying to remember the grocery list because he’s been told he must go to the store before he comes home. He might be reflecting on football scores to avoid thinking about anything else, or just to reflect on football scores. Maybe he is thinking nothing. Maybe he simply enjoys the view.
Whatever it is, wherever his mind wanders, we look at him and understand what it is to look down, to look out. To look in and become lost for a moment inside the space of our own wandering logic. Down, out, or in. To look lost.
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