Webb_Traverse’s review published on Letterboxd :
A young man stares across a seemingly insurmountable void through a window where a Woman paints. He covets her beyond lust, his eyes straying from every sexual act. This is a want of soul, even through it may simply be a matter of projection (the minds eye crafting cinema of its own). The film makes that idea of projection explicit with the post office glass reflecting faces onto faces. It's the cliche of loving an idea over reality, but in Dekalog VI that question is answered that all we have are ideas and love is the idea of never being alone.