Dripping, foggy. Outlooks, insights. Here, shy glimpses mostly never meet. Small capsules, side by side, wrapped in a neighborhood. In orange coloured clouds its neighbors faces shield, breached by breathes of midnight blue. In its empty streets the vibrant colored winds wander, glancing off on concrete walls. But sneaking into the forgotten cracks to then embed in nourishing darkness. Rippling noises in the far. Anonymity hangs heavily in pale curtains, accompanied by lonesome flowers. All of them strangers, trapped and patiently waiting for their time. Life goes on, day to day in square shaped spaces. Somehow connected and somehow alone.