On my first trip out to San Francisco I was struck by how close together the houses were, one morning while drinking coffee I snapped this photo of the other windows, often wondering what kind of lives were going on behind those blinds. I later turned all of the photos from that apartment (of other windows) into a collage that I attached to an old window from a house with this verse: "The only thing you could see out the window, was more windows. No trees. No people. No sky. No life