“Funny how secrets travel.”
- David Bowie
On the highway, left and right the same paddock, the same warehouses, the same truck stop. A hotel, springs up like a mushroom, empty rooms like black eyes watching the road.
© 2009 Gin
“Funny how secrets travel.”
- David Bowie
On the highway, left and right the same paddock, the same warehouses, the same truck stop. A hotel, springs up like a mushroom, empty rooms like black eyes watching the road.
Is it leaning?
No – I took it out the window of a moving car. Or perhaps the hotel’s moving and the wind is blowing it backwards…