No Place Special

I don’t leave New York all that much. Last week I went to California. I’ll just say: I didn’t fare so well. And I really do think there was something wrong, perhaps even deadly, about that hotel. I also had a layover in Phoenix. Here are photos.

The ground in Phoenix


The ground in Phoenix



The ground above Phoenix


The ground above Phoenix



In California: art, comforter


In California: art, comforter



A theme park, in the distance; will not go


A theme park, in the distance; will not go



The view, not much during the day


The view, not much during the day



The view, decidedly better at night


The view, decidedly better at night



Me, with the view


Me, with the view; no, not for The Mirror Project



Room service


Room service was good, and as expensive as your dad warned



Now might be a good time to call for help


Now might be a good time to call for help



Directions to the wine country?


Directions to the wine country; no, just to less-tasty meeting rooms



What do the others say?


Warning signs: 1) no smoking, obviously; but what about 2 and 3?



A strange sign for the outside of the hotel


Warning signs: 2) don’t drink in this hotel, or else



An altogether disturbing sign for the outside of the hotel


Warning signs: 3) this hotel can kill every living thing



I lived on the thirteenth floor


I lived on the thirteenth floor