A television screen is like a window when turned off - reflecting things from within the room, allowing you to see it if you look.
It's like a window into the future, as you realize today will soon be in the past.
Imagining all sorts of things, imaginations suddenly grow wings of silk and fly about, collecting memories from without and putting them on the television screen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem