About Hotel Hallways
“I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.
In these dreams, I’m there, implicated in some kind of ongoing circumstance. All indications are that I belong to this dream continuity.
The Dolphin Hotel is distorted, much too narrow. It seems more like a long, covered bridge. A bridge stretching endlessly through time. And there I am, in the middle of it. Someone else is there too, crying.
The hotel envelops me. I can feel its pulse, its heat. In dreams, I am part of the hotel.”
- Haruki Murakami
Anonymous, uniform, ubiquitous, universal, transitory, temporary, timeless, sterile, surreal, quiet, long sight lines, vanishing points, the close juxtaposition of public and private, the repetition of geometric forms, bands of light and dark . . . just a few reason why hotel hallways fascinate.
These usually empty public spaces seem to call up classic dream imagery, most memorably depicted in several Murakami novels, as in the opening lines of Dance, Dance, Dance quoted above and the shadowy otherworld of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (note to self: pick up a new copy of TWUBC!), or the bloody corridors of Kubrick's The Shining. They are creepy and yet somehow comforting at the same time.
I would like to explore this notion here in images. Please post as many as you'd like, as long as they're photographs of hotel (or motel) hallways.
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