We were going to ride a train.
We were going to visit a medical museum.
We were going to smoke legal weed.
We'd have a little room with a bathtub and a scratchy carpet and a fridge filled with overpriced snacks.
We were going to ride a train.
We were going to visit a medical museum.
We were going to smoke legal weed.
We'd have a little room with a bathtub and a scratchy carpet and a fridge filled with overpriced snacks.
Coronavirus ruined my hotel dreams, but I can live them out, imaginatively, through the magic of aesthetic.
This was the year I was going to spend time with my partners in separate vacations at haunted hotels up and down the east coast.