We get in a Hotel.
Clerk:”They will be ready in a moment.
The hall is adjacent to the reception.”
R:”We’ll be waiting.”
We get on a sofa.
It’s mush.
…
Everything is better than the floor.
Emma:”I was thinking about the Moumidou.”
R:”Did it tell you something?”
Emma:”It is strangely compelling.”
R:”How so?”
Emma:”It does not speak.
But it moves.
And its gestures are friendly.”
R:”Friendly.”
Emma:”It makes it memorable.”
Assistant Clerk:”Here are your keys.”
He takes them.
Assistant Clerk:”Do you have some luggage?”
R:”We are fine.”
Assistant Clerk:”If we need anything we are open through the night.
Enjoy your stay.”
Emma:”Why did she precise that they’re open through the night?”
R:”She looked nervous.
She must occupy this position only till recently.”
Emma:”Hum…”
P:”You move in?”
Emma:”It is not time to sleep.”
R:”You wanted to take a shower.”
Emma:”It is true.
The fast we get, the earlier the crepes.”
P:”…”
Emma:”You need to sleep.”
P:”Why?”
Emma:”Because you make stupid decisions.”
P:”Latter then.”
R:”We’ll look for you after dusk.”
P:”Alright.”
I get in for a nap.
Can’t sleep.
In the cabin.
Cold shower.
Still not sleepy.
Breasts & bums in the brain.
I look by the window.
That’s a hot dress…
The walls of the building in front of the hotel are painted.
Large round forms.
Looks like a curvy body.
Discontinued by windows.
Another shower.
I’m off.
Get back to the hall.
People are walking off.
They’re neglecting something.
They dressed to get out.
They got their walk & talk.
All their quirks on them.
I can’t hear or see anything I’d remember.
Evening’s coming.
Flat Atmosphere.
Cause we’re indoors.
Artificial light makes everything flat.
People are walking off.
Quitting a building.
To get in another building.
That’s what we do.