A Guest’s Observation

I did not intend to stay long enough to notice patterns.

While the Hotel itself is charmingly peculiar: there are eccentricities and anomaly’s one cannot help but note. Synchronized clocks that disagree with one another, corridors that feel longer in recollection than in stride, a guestbook with no ink. It was only after several quiet mornings in the lobby that the irregularities began to cohere into something deliberate.