.. other people and their lives? Anywhere? Even just on the other side of your own city … something I wondered about when on the other side of Melbourne driving about noticing the houses, I realised it was something I didn’t do at all.
It reminded me of a flight to London as we flew over one of the Stans, I looked out the window and saw nothing but mountains and dusty roads. Roads that led to little villages, to single houses or pairs of houses.
Later as I looked out into the darkness I saw lights … who was with those lights? What was their life like?