I briefly lived in New York City for a summer. Barely legal and alone, I was incredibly intimidated. Although I was completely unfamiliar with the east coast, its fast-paced lifestyle, and the endless stimuli waiting around every corner— the one comfort that I could always rely on my late-night walks home from work were the gentle eyes behind every residential door that I passed.
Always watching and often overlooked: those eyes stand for something much bigger. To you, the doormen in my series might just be doing their job; but for me, they symbolize a truly humble, human goodness that goes unnoticed amongst all of the hatred and evil existing today.