It’s 5:30 on a Monday evening, and I shuffle into the elevator on my way home from work. There’s nothing exciting about this one minute descend, yet it is a prelude to my daily commute, which the brain tends to simply filter out. Here it is captured, in all of its mundane glory.

Listening closely a few more times, I like how the space of the elevator “room” gets tighter, once the doors close… At the end of the recording, a guy swipes his pass-card, opens the door and says “go ahead”.