Sometimes everything is diluted. Shapes are diluted, just as dirt and unpleasant odours are diluted in washed clothing. Clothes are diluted too. The world gets diluted....
This type of building is usually silent because it is so exquisite. At most they allow plants to grow, better if they are made of plastic. When they no longer look good, they are thrown away and replaced by others that do not stain. But buildings...
More balcony or more clothesline. Or less laundry. Maybe more housing or more quality of life....
A fallen angel of immaculate whiteness. The clamp didn't catch it properly. Or the hand just threw it onto the rope. And there it is. Left, fallen, abandoned. But that pigeon lurking...
Male. Female. Him in shirt. She in panties. That's it. Of course, it could be that this man or woman is dressed like this. Maybe. In any case, both naked, both stepping on the same little towel. And no more space is needed. In any case....