The photocopies were of the view from my home before I left for the Netherlands. The memories of protest intertwined with the impression in the novel, My Brave New World, recalling my worry about the future. The window glass was painted as a prison-cell symbol with a glossy transparent layer. Therefore, the imagery was too vague when looking closely but clearer from a distance. It seems like a metaphor that sometimes “lookers-on see most of the game”.