Flats are pretty weird if you think over it. You´re just in a box, stacked upon another one, stacked upon another one… Like rats in a cage.
Imagine what´s happening under you. Maybe it´s a peace declaration? An unannounced war? Nothing? Everything? Who are the people living around, over and under you? Psychopaths? The next nobel peace winner? A dictator?
Maybe they´re just like you.
Out the window you can see tiny ants, or humans in a hurry as some might call it. What are they rushing to? Who are they running from? What are they running from? Time, problems, relationships?
We´re living in a mad world. Stacked upon each other, always hurrying towards something we´re never going to get in time.