Tin Alley is an unglamourous, austere entry into the university. It may be considered a portal. As I traverse Tin Alley, I transmogrify from an ordinary person into extraordinary student; an aura of possibility flaring beyond my physical edges. Tin Alley herself, observes and smiles upon these ‘becomings’, even if the pedestrian fails to observe the many machinations of the minutiae of the alley. In my hurry to enter the university, I speed past the small dead bird whose life was lived, short and content in this place, whose song I had heard but didn’t notice until revisiting this moment. My lofty head didn’t see the two jumping spiders vying for a mate with an intricate dance, mere centimetres from my footsteps. I forgot to appreciate the pleasing and self-effacing lines of the architecture. After deciding to drift along again down Tin Alley, I began to notice. This work invites the viewer to consider noticing as opposed to rushing by when time no longer really rushes as it once did.