A Window into Consciousness

The Night.  The Person.  The Place.

Viewing the ragged horizon from the fifth floor of the Building.

The dark draws in and the lit windows pick out the name zigzag fashion.  A company, ViKor, is spelt out.

The West side advert to the sinking sun; the name blocked in in the black as jewels glass.  The person on the right leg of the K let’s suppose.  What does standing there feel like?

How is he aware of things, assuming that he has been out in the street, arms akimbo, at other times, looking back up? 

Tags: Consciousness, Metaphysics