I layer an unhinged door with an ancient rag and decaying building. How long has this door hung unhinged on its jam, leaving the entrance to this old building open to all visitors? Kairuoan is almost a thousand years old, making age and decay a relative matter. There is a haunting beauty to this scene, chaotic geometry that challenges the imagination, making us wonder who lived and worked here, where have they gone, and if they will ever return?