The sameness of motel rooms is no accident. It’s a very blatant mindfuck game. It numbs the sensibilities. So many different cities and they all look the same. They all cultivate the same features. It’s a bore but it’s also America circa 1993. The same outdoors-y portrait adorning the wall above the bed with cookie cutter pastel colors. At long as the shower works and the bed is clean we’ll be all right
A blandness so real
even the coffee maker
churns tasteless java
but just enough to wake up
and endure another day