have you ever thought about how nice it is to simply exist in a hotel, the long soulless hallways, the meaningless paintings incoherently placed along the walls, the never ending pattern on the carpet, the noise of the air conditioner that’s muffled by even the slightest creaks from your neighbor, as a constant reminder that you aren’t alone, the city lights that slowly leak in through the one massive window, just for it to be blocked by the comforter that smells so familiar and so new at the same time, all of this sometimes with an indoor pool that will echo the slightest noise, weither or not you want it to, the employees that can see right through your disguise somehow, they know exactly who you are and what you did and there’s no hiding it.