Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Lyndon Wade

Room 107 Twelve stories on the ground level.
This is where people come and leave; leave wet towels on the bathroom floor, leave half-full beers on the nightstand, leave the bed unmade, leave hair on the toilet seat, stains on the ceiling, glitter on the carpet, holes in the wall, leave their wives, their lives, a mess for the morning maid. And after an hour, a day, a month, they all leave that they have left.
And you check in.










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