When I'm cleaning windows.

Look through any window and what do you see? A whole world in front of you, with the merest hint of you. Some vague reflection cast upon an active canvas of life. Such a meagre representation of something that could be. It is no good gazing at life when it should be full of thee!

This guy closed the door on me, while he cleaned the inside windows. So while I froze outside I took his soul.