Noticing the Neighbours

In a living room opposite, bathed in yellowish light, where a woman once sat watching out of the middle window, there is now a plant. A man (possibly the man in the red sweater) gets up from sitting on the floor, presumably watching the news, and rearranges his towel about his body, failing to shield his arse from the street. Well perhaps the street couldn't see, but I could. He leaves the room. And then comes back. After a short while he must be dry. He gets up and folds the towel as he walks out of the door. Having left the towel to dry he comes back into the living room, still naked, and draws the curtains against the night.