Four frames across the register of the city: a side-street mid-pulse where signage stacks Chinese, Thai, German, and English into a single pole's shadow; a coral Ixora cluster in a compound hedge — the ornamental breathing room between concrete runs; two guardian figures at a civic entrance, one from each tradition that built this threshold; a concert poster already anticipating its own obsolescence, its cyan glow sharp against the dark. The roll is a survey of adjacency — the ways Bangkok places things shoulder-to-shoulder that elsewhere would be kept apart.