The doors repeat each other, as does the body lean of the people within them. They do not seem to acknowledge each other – each of them seems intent on simultaneously observing something else that is happening somewhere beyond the right hand edge of my frame. The repetitive design of the building’s façade links the pair of doors with a series of repetitive stacked horizontal lines. The woman came to her door with a broom in hand, while the man stood in his doorway with only time to kill. Yet each of these people are linked in this moment of repetitive glances.