I listened to this story, 'Voyeur' from the Love & Radio podcast yesterday, and it moved me to tears. It's a piece about a city, about love, about strangers, about intimacy. Without giving too much away, it tells the story of writer and filmmaker Diane Weibert, who became obsessed by a young couple whose curtain-less bedroom directly faced her apartment. Her journey with these sometime-strangers led her on a strange path, from annoyance to voyeurism to obsession to compassion, and a conclusive ending that you would never expect. I have never heard a story quite like it, and haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.
In fact, I think I'll join you all and listen to it again, right now. Trust me on this.