Hotel.
“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.
“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.
2 Comments
Tatiana Sometimes says:
January 13, 2010 at 6:17 pm
Is it leaning?
Gin says:
January 13, 2010 at 6:23 pm
No – I took it out the window of a moving car. Or perhaps the hotel’s moving and the wind is blowing it backwards…