Tall and tan and young and lovely...

One of the side effects of apartment living means that when you look out the window you can guarantee you won't be looking at a back fence and more likely looking into someone else's world. My last apartment fronted onto an office block with at least 12 floors including an eye level call centre complete with breakout rooms and staff ping pong table. Having no great interest in either I happily drew the blinds and left them to ping pong away. Now I look out from my desk into another apartment building, similar to what they must be looking back at. As I sit at my keyboard I see an apartment with a desk and a person sitting at a keyboard. I feel like waving but that doesn't seem like the right thing to do as opposed to communicating via email. When it comes to apartment living neighbourly stuff falls by the way at the security entrance. No leaning over the back fence for a chat, more likely a few seconds before the elevator arrives then silence until ping (not ping pong) your floor has arrived. Lift travelling requires silence, an opportunity for quiet reflection or some meditation to the tune of 'The Girl From Ipanema'. The person in the building across the way has left his keyboard. For some reason I think I should too. I wonder what he wrote about? Bet it wasn't the Girl From Ipanema, that would be too weird.