If you look its amazing how everything is contained. Even when its scruffy and supposedly unordered. Squares and rectangles continuously crop up. It's calming and reassuring; the straight edge, the repetition, clear boundaries. It must be a subconscious need. Obviously I understand the practicalities that result from ordering and containing. I just find it interesting visually how these shapes continuously crop up.
I also like the disorder that comes with the order in these photographs. The not quite even repetitions. The make do, improvisation, leaving a trace.