At any given moment I like to imagine that everyone is solitary in one of the rooms of their house doing something beautiful and mundane.
Like a Wes Anderson movie in which the roofs are taken off houses and you get a birds eye view of the occupants.
I guess not everyone is staring out the window at the breeze moving through branches or playing soulful melodies on their guitar though. It’s not all beautiful all the time.
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