Give names to doors in your house.
Maybe even construct a personality profile based on their features: likes to slam, never closes properly, is heavy, never moves, makes an annoying noise.
You can do this with windows too.
Behind all seen things lies something vaster; everything is but a path, a portal or a window opening on something other than iteself.
| Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, ore mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting that what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black a luminous square life lves, life dreams, life suffers.
| Charles Baudelaire
Imagine standing by a window at night, on the sixth or seventeenth or forty-third floor of a building. The city reveals itself as a set of cells, a hundred thousand windows, some darkened and some flooded with green or white or golden light. Inside, strangers swim to and fro, attending to the business of their private hours. You can see them, but you can't reach them, and so this commonplace urban phenomenon, available in any city of the world on any night, conveys to even the most social a tremor of loneliness, its uneasy combination of separation and exposure.
— Olivia Laing