The view out Gregor's window is simply that of the buildings across the street. When he first tries to look out his window on the morning of his transformation, it is dark, grey, and rainy. The rain obscures his vision, and of course parallels his own mood. When he has lived with his change for awhile, he returns to looking out the window, but it offers him no satisfaction.
Then he crept up on the window sill and, braced on the chair, leaned against the window to look out, obviously with some memory or other of the liberating sense which looking out the window used to bring him in earlier times. For, in fact, from day to day he perceived things with less and less clarity, even those only a short distance away: the hospital across the street, the all-too-frequent sight of which he had previously cursed, was not visible at all any more, and if he had not been very well aware that he lived in the quiet but completely urban Charlotte Street, he could have believed that from his window he was peering out at a featureless wasteland, in which the gray heaven and the gray earth had merged and were indistinguishable.
So what he first saw after his transformation has becomes his world. His vision is slowly going, and his life has merged into meaningless greys. However, this new world offers him satisfaction which was lacking in his previous life. As a traveling salesman, Gregor's only joy came in knowing that he was providing for his family. After he changes, he soon finds out that this belief isn't exactly true; in that his father had squirrelled away some money, more than enough to keep the family living, and that Gregor could have quit his job long before, if only his father would have told him.
But that's part of Gregor's tale. his family (parents especially) are useless, parasitic, even cruel people, who have sucked his youth and vitality from him for nothing. As an insect, Gregor takes pleasure in eating and sleeping, but also in subtly torturing those who have made his life so difficult.
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