Editor
A lonely woman during the pandemic period now observes the world through the window of her apartment, raising several reflections on the windows of others, becoming an interlocutor of the stories she does not know, but also of the reality that surrounds her. The fragility of glass and feeling. The other in its naked form, without dilution, in the privacy of its home. Sensibility and delirium, as they reflect our spirits in times of arid.
