Windows.

“We should breathe, dream and lengthen out the hours by the infinity of sensations. So love everything even if it is not exactly real: water and clouds, night and silence, the vast green sea; the formless and multiform water; the place where you shall never be; the lover whom you shall never know; unnatural flowers, odors which make men drunk; the cats that languish upon pianos and sob like women, with hoarse sweet voices! For I think to myself: What does it matter, what does any reality outside of myself matter, if it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?”
— Charles Baudelaire