RM: Yeah. Let me see. I was talking about the idea in art history of the picture plane as a window. RM: Right. RM: And I think the thing I was saying was that a window is always, also, a mirror. RM: Always? RM: Usually. When you look through a window, you often see yourself, your silhouette. I’ve always been interested in the world seen through windows – especially the world seen in passing, when you’re driving by, or when you’re seeing it from a train. RM: Or a plane. RM: Of course. RM: There’s something sort of primal about it. RM: Yeah. Being in a car, when you’re a kid, on the way to the mall, or on a road trip maybe, your face pressed up against the glass. Everything seems available. In a way it is and in a way it isn’t. In a moment you’ll have driven past. And anyway, you’re on the inside, and there’s that pane of glass between you and everything out there. RM: And there’s your silhouette. RM: And I suppose for me that’s a metaphor. RM: For? RM: The way self-consciousness interferes with your perception of the world. The way you get in your own way.