[“Passing down the halls [of a hotel] noiselessly over the carpeted floor, Djuna is aware of confessions seeping out.” – Anaïs Nin]
The Hotel of Confessions, into which couples amorously venture, rent rooms, confront each other’s naked forms, their clothed lives.
Afterwards the words, the lies, their confessions…
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