Solid Secrets

Edward Hopper. hotel room. 1931.

This is so much what it was like the first night here. You just throw your stuff down, sit on the bed, and wonder ‘what the hell did I just do?’ I have the strangest feeling that my last moment in my small, shoebox, apartment will be similar. Except then, all of my things will be packed and ready to go, and that moment will be a moment of reflection. Mixed feelings.

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