I believe these underpants have been hung out with more care than the knickers. Because the knickers are pinned right where they would need the most air and sun. Maybe these clothes weren’t hung up by her...
I don’t know what that long, lined piece of fabric is for. But clotheslines like this, that only have women’s clothes, always make me feel I’d like to invite them to something...
Clothes are an intermittent spectator of the daily race of cars coming and going along a circuit that is not officially approved but is regulated. A weird circuit with no known starting or finish lines. Just a coming and going, continuous, cyclical, endless. Like a sentence....
They aren’t drying. They are seeking the sun, seeking light. These delicate clothes rarely see the sun. From the darkness of the drawer, we bring them into our own private, dim space. Clung to us, they barely catch a ray of sun when hung out to...