it is a new hotel - it has been put together from old things, old spaces. A labyrinth collage. A vast square shaped maze. it has the feeling of something put together for use in some kind of training - not a real hotel. There are no residents. There is no staff.
I have occasions to enter this hotel - dark corridors, rooms and hallways. These spaces have the feel of industrial swimming pools. The rooms are dark and unnerving - a claustrophobic haunted atmosphere. I do not like it. I may sometimes glimpse others who likewise have occasion to enter the hotel like I do. the sight of these others disquiets me. An image of Adam, gliding along. I feel the urge to sing in Latin.
"The hotel is coming alive!" I shout gleefully to someone.
The hotel is busy. It is lunchtime. A people are rushing to use the toilet. Too many people queuing to use the toilet. I step back to let someone out, but a woman takes my place. It is important that I use the toilet. I have a thesis that the accidental collecting of rooms to form this hotel has created an accidental haunting. If I can get into the toilet, this will help me explore the possibilities further but I cannot.
Hot and annoyed. I walk along the main street at Langley. I think I am with Al. It is too busy to spend my lunch hours at the hotel. Sunny. I walk to the edges of Langley - nearly to the canal - paths among trees. A group of people pass from behind me. I am momentarily alarmed - perhaps they are violent? - but no, they are joggers.
Al does not seem to be with me anymore.
Perhaps on my lunch hour I can go for a short walk along the canal instead? The though offers some solace to me, though the outside does not seem quite as safe as spending my lunch hour in the hotel.
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