it feels like it’s never been us choosing the places, but the places choosing us instead. just one glimpse of an eye and the ringi street alley was sold to us, as the only spot we could (and can) imagine our doors in. suddenly, everything made sense. the doors, what they represent and what they carry and why we made them in the first place. all we had to do was to open our eyes and see what’s in front of us, to trust and to believe. it had been there all along waiting patiently for us to arrive.