A still life of two roller doors

They are everywhere, brick warehouses with a ubiquitous metal roller door, always shut, shielding us from whatever is occurring behind. But there is a beauty in this, there is some art if you look closely, the shapes, the items that have been left behind, a witches hat which has fallen blocking the entrance, or maybe something more permanent - a metal bollard making it impossible for me to ram by truck through it (I have no truck nor the desire to ram anything)

These are the scenes of my life.