Hotel Wherever
Hotel this, hotel that. Hotel somewhere, hotel wherever. The well of hospitality runs dry. Hopping from place to place chasing hope is tiring precisely because it feels so good. But running away from the past hurts. And as you may know, hostility to your past damages your soul. So when I reject my past I reject myself. What is the cure? Can it be one more hotel, nine more, or twenty seven? No. I…