This triptych reads like an urban palimpsest: an obsessive grid of small façades and windows accrues across the surface until the city becomes a pattern of habitation rather than a place, its repetitions both comforting and claustrophobic. Hard, diagrammatic lines—like wiring diagrams or bureaucratic routes—cut through the domestic texture, suggesting the unseen infrastructures that choreograph everyday life beneath the promise of order. On the right, the architecture dissolves into a vertical wash of grey, as if fog, time, or erasure is reclaiming the built world, while a faint, earthy contour at the bottom hints at a landscape memory that persists under development. The work holds a quiet tension between meticulous control and slow entropy, asking what remains of intimacy when the home is multiplied into a system.