Hotel life is not for everyone. Location to where you need to be is great. Comfort of them good, the easy of access for meals and the cleanliness good. But a strange relationship with staff … hmm … difficult. Forced happiness is a strange bundle of fun.
I idled my time in the hotel rooms mainly thinking. A simple thing really but the isolation and quietness serves me well.
I have a whole collection of photographs about that sort of idleness. Slowly I will get them together.
But I do enjoy being a ‘fly on the wall’ and watching people.
The view from my eye alone 