monotonous similarity

For years he walks the same stairs, to the same elevator
shaft, to the same floor, to the same hallway, to the
same room.

His window was a view in on another window of a
building of equal stature. He saw the same things
when he looked out.

Some times he would put the chair up to window and
look at the same things, the same women who lived
in the same style building, doing the same kind of
things.

in a way his synonymousness was tragically beautiful.
More beautiful then all the tribal tattoos face piercing
faux-hawks of personality misinterpreted
american transcendalism has puked up.