Snapshot from the bus

The world of unregarded doors, blind to the light, hidden in plain sight beside gaudy shop fronts. Battered, stained, overlooked and underseen, these portals to ill-regarded flats, store rooms.

What lies above? A home? Warm, secure, or dim and dank? Who notices, knows, or cares what takes place, door-behind, up narrow stairs?

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