An analog photo of (sks woman:1), Japanese office, “Rain at the Entrance” The building’s automatic doors slide open with a hush as she steps in, umbrella lowered and dripping, raindrops sliding off the edge of her trench coat in soft rivulets. Beneath, her cream-colored blouse and high-waisted gray skirt are untouched, thanks to the effort. She stops just inside, brushing damp hair behind one ear, watching the rain blur the outside world. Her shoulders rise and fall once. A breath. Then she steps forward into the polished lobby, spine straight again.