A few lifetimes ago I had a tiny apartment on a busy street in Brooklyn. I slept all hours so I had cardboard over my bedroom windows. There was a hole in the

A few lifetimes ago I had a tiny apartment on a busy street in Brooklyn. I slept all hours so I had cardboard over my bedroom windows. There was a hole in the cardboard that on some days with the right light ended up projecting the busy street into my room. It was pretty amazing to hear all the sounds of a busy Brooklyn street below and watch it play out upside down on my dresser.