Estragon: People are bloody ignorant apes. - Samuel Beckett

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

Sometimes I went and looked at my grave. The stone was up already. It was a simple Latin cross, white. I wanted to have my name put on it, with the here lies and the date of my birth. Then all it would have wanted was the date of my death. They would not let me. Sometimes I smiled, as if I were dead already.

I thought much about myself. That is to say I often took a quick look at myself, closed my eyes, forgot, began again.