This car had a forceful angle as it jutted out of the frame, and seemed alive to me. With its open door, I felt like it was beckoning to the boy and protective of him. The garbage on the ground and graffiti on the back wall is chaotic, but the three windows are orderly, and the car and boy fit neatly into the spaces between them. This is a very messy and orderly universe, where things may be friendlier than we know.