Between check-in and check-out.
Watch how it all unfolds. 
Awareness. 
The act of inhabiting starts to fade. 
It's less about the room,
you hear someone say.
The unknown guest. The private narrative. 
Can we call it
a space of possibility?
Intimacy shifts. 
It dissolves
in the pretty morning light.


Intimacies shot in various hotel rooms, neutral territories that conveniently allow for staging different versions of myself.