I was looking through this beautiful book of photographs of entry ways in Milan. And thinking that an entry way is a space of transition, a portal. You have left the street but haven’t arrived to your destination just yet.

A lot of spaces in our life are transitional: the elevator, the airport. There is something deeply unsettling about those spaces due to inherent uncertainty they are filled wth. We often rush through the airport experience due to this. Can we get more comfortable with transitional spaces. The uncertainty is partly unsettling but partly full of possibility. anything can happen. The bad. But also the good. What would it feel like to bathe in this possibility and dream?