I sit in my room. Through the window, I glimpse home, life, and moments hidden behind the curtains. Behind every veil, there's a story, captured in fleeting moments and quiet monologues. Secrets linger just beyond the edges of the frame.

The temperature, beam of sunlight, and soundscapes add to the layered experience. It is through the windows of others that I seek a semblance of order in this world, analyzing each footage for a glimpse into their lives. What does their apartment feel like? Is it as empty as mine? I watch as my neighbor exhales a cigarette beneath the window. Next door, a record player croons a sweet duet.

In this peaceful chaos, symphonies abound. Yes, this project is entangled in the webs of guilt and voyeurism. It’s an intimate glance into private rituals and larger stories unfolding behind closed doors. Now, as the clock strikes two, I see the girl across the street applying her lipstick. Who is she going to meet?