we build our lives through window shopping, finding a pleasant, or exciting, or contradictory way or place or time in which we should live and call our own. But, we just window shop. We walk or sit and scan the reflective windows, void of warmth of pages and turn them back on us. We consume so that others can live unburdened. we throw out our excesses, so the piles of refuse can become some future fuel, whether to change or remain glutinous.