MOTEL ROOMS

‘A decade lost in the motions to romance and cheap whiskey. The subtle sound of a fleeting feeling, like four chords that don’t love you no more.’ – The Menzingers, Tellin’ Lies.

I’m weirdly obsessed with places that seem lost in a time since forgotten. They feel like, to me at least, they have more character. Maybe it’s the same with people. Wrinkles and frowns and grey hairs tell me more about a place. You can replace that old tv with a new flatscreen, and I won’t know who you are anymore.

© 2020 CHRISTINE MOOIJER