I’ve been carrying this sheet for miles. Past crowds who don't see the edges. Past friends who lean on my shoulder. "Hold this," they say, not knowing I’m already full.
A stone is heavy. You can drop a stone. It chips the floor, but the stone survives. Glass is light. But if you drop glass, it is gone . Carry The Glass
People will accidentally elbow you. They won't see the glass. You will get angry. 'Can't you see I'm carrying something?' No. They can't. That’s your job to see it. I’ve been carrying this sheet for miles
Because a window doesn't weigh a thing. It just shows you the world. "Hold this," they say, not knowing I’m already full
Stop carrying. Start seeing."
"You see this? (gestures to glass) It’s a window that isn't installed yet. Right now? It’s a liability.