But then as we do all understand there is always the concurrent view from outside looking in. The dynamic works both ways. One prefers the sense of looking out at the world to that of being peeped in upon. One feels at home here, yet remains always a wee bit of a peeper, like it or not.
So if you don't mind, Vassilis, I'll just pitch my tent neath one of your olive trees... and you'll never again hear a peep out of me.
The landlady of the house Ms. Muse demands we do both, with a stress on the interior landscape, so the thought of never hearing from people like Mr. Peeping Tom distresses me to no end.
beautiful!
ReplyDeletewhat a panoramic view.
~robert
With this comes a memory of your recollection of the boy looking out the window of the coffeeshop overlooking the ruins of Ancient Messene.
ReplyDelete(Can we remember one another's memories?)
Windows are the eyes of the soul...
Gorgeous! :)
ReplyDeleteSee what I mean? Though I know a blog is not a house, all it takes is three persons to make me feel at home inside.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Vassilis: a blog, like a home, can have many windows that look out onto the world and thereby makes us feel more at home on the inside.
ReplyDeleteBut then as we do all understand there is always the concurrent view from outside looking in. The dynamic works both ways. One prefers the sense of looking out at the world to that of being peeped in upon. One feels at home here, yet remains always a wee bit of a peeper, like it or not.
ReplyDeleteSo if you don't mind, Vassilis, I'll just pitch my tent neath one of your olive trees... and you'll never again hear a peep out of me.
E and T,
ReplyDeleteThe landlady of the house Ms. Muse demands we do both, with a stress on the interior landscape, so the thought of never hearing from people like Mr. Peeping Tom distresses me to no end.