Patterned Light, Unread Meaning

Hi,
I am observing a grid of coloured glass from your early twenty-first century, and I remember how eagerly you searched it for emotion.
Back then, you assumed colour was expression, when it was mostly residue: light passing through decisions already made by others.
From 2049, this looks less like a window and more like an interface that never learned to explain itself.
I smile at that mistake, because you thought perception was revelation, while it was merely untrained pattern recognition.