It is so uniform, so identical, so monotonous. I don’t like that, I like the world colorful and chaotic and also a bit dirty or grubby and crooked and askew and find it cozy when people grill sausages in sweatpants and flip-flops with canned beer and no one puts away the dishes and there is a suitcase radio with Bob as the station. And cars should be unwashed, flowers may grow and overgrow, the [3nkel] paint with chalk on the terrace, the cat spreads its hair on the sofa. If you know what I mean.