2024.07
After looking at this prompt, I began to stare at the window for several times. It is easy to make up a complicated fantasy or romantic story if I make up something I see by the window. It is also easy to think of some common topics about window: freedom, communication, changes……However, I am not able to really see them through windows, they still cannot come to my mind. All the windows that I met before are common windows. Their colors are normally white, with approximately the same size, and people care their transparent, blank central parts more than it as a whole. What are these windows? In order to at least see something through those windows, I started to look at the window in the classroom. The frame of the window is totally black, and there are grid patterns close to the window. Behind the patterns, there is another building with almost the same window. The building has a color close to both dark green and black, like the color of the temperate rainforest. But the sun is not as strong and boring as it is in the rainforest, so the building looks quieter than a forest. To analyze the building, I started to look at the building from a different direction. I find the roof of the building is completely white. Is the whole building white, or is it still made of the color of trees in temperate forests? I wanted to explore the building a little more, so I decided to change my position again. However, this time I am not able to see anything that is new. The window is in its usual position, above high and relatively little. This makes me depressed, because I knew I will never learn something new from the that window. The window is like a method I use when solving a geometry problem, and I know although there is still something more of the triangles or squares, I cannot know more by calculating that way. But teachers can always add new information for geometry problems. I noticed I had seen that building before, when I was walking under the sun with my classmates. The building is totally white (then why I thought it was green), there is a big clock on the building. The window makes me confused, since I am only able to see small parts of the actual world through a window. That is how memory and thoughts work: when I tried to use the window to represent the window I ever met before, I will lose something. There are so many windows in my life, and so many cats, pencils, dairy book, phones or light bulbs, meals, medicines and anything. Every period of time that I lived is a circumstance, which cannot be seen completely by any window or objects. So maybe people are just living with complexity.