By 2011 the footage looked both intimate and antique—colors slightly off, edges fuzzed by age. Watching it back, Paul noticed patterns he hadn't while filming: the same mug appearing in three rooms, a jacket left on the back of a chair in multiple shots, a streetlight that glowed outside the window every night like a promised anchor. The repetition became its own kind of meaning. Life, as captured on tape, was a composition of small returns.