Door. I often observe doors in places I pass. Entrance or exit door. Main or secondary. Almost all cultures have a story about that place, the point of passage from which one enters or leaves the home. The moment when we "pass" from the outer atmosphere to the inner one, from one and unlimited dimension to another, limited one. Passing through a port or door thus becomes a gesture of transformation and adaptation. Going through life is also transformation and adjustment. It is inevitable that passing (through life) as a kind of ideological portal, we also pass through, physically maturing, passing and transforming into something, hopefully, better. A better version of the self.