Those boxed rectangles with bland colors offer some differentiation but that’s not enough. The white is what’s important not what steps on it to stand out.
Unless those squares let white show through, there’s nothing they can do except to blandly block the view.
But then I heard and understood. It’s not those ghostly squares. They’re the victims. It’s that deathly white itself, the very stuff I thought was pure. I almost didn’t see it. Now I do, burying, as if it could, the light that would shine through.
Empty restaurants Birds will nest in time for spring Water flows and falls
New York City from the Empire State Building