the Shades

So every time I look out the window, there he is, just staring at me through the cracks of his blinds as if I’m the one that’s been doing something wrong by watching him all day. Like I don’t have the right, or even the responsibility, to want to keep an eye on my neighbours – to know what they’re doing all day, in their houses, with their shades drawn closed.


  • March 21, 2012 at 10:44 pm // Reply

    Ha! Perfect for shades!
    I can feel the contempt and annoyance.
    Great illustration.

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