Back in the big city.
I have included the pigeons here because Q really bonded with the pigeons of NY this trip. I'm pretty sure it was Mo Willems' Pigeon books that we have to thank for this new meeting of the minds. I mean, I guess it could just be a coincidence...but I doubt it.
Midtown this time, and in very close proximity to the Mad Mad Mad Mad BladeRunner-meets-Disneyland World that is Times Square today. Let me just say that Times Square was a whole lot different when I lived here in the '80s. But...yeah. That's the way the cookie crumbles.
I don't know, but something about our hotel reminded me of a Japanese capsule hotel as portrayed by William Gibson in, say, a story like New Rose Hotel. Well, but with a bit of 21st Century Gothic mixed in. Not that I entirely hate that image, but I did feel just a tad claustrophobic for a second there before I acclimatized. Maybe it was the meat locker-esque stainless steel walls. I'm a big fan of stainless steel, but this particular application feels a bit intense.
Do you love this wall? I love this wall. Like a hybrid of tic-tac-toe and early computer code.
Q getting comfortable. Not that it's hard for her. Q melts into any new environment with the ease of a world traveler. A world traveler who expects room service to arrive on time, the front desk to anticipate her every need, and her barista to know her drink. Which, I suppose, she is.
Do you see what I mean by modern Gothic? Don't you feel like Jack the Ripper might just find a new victim outside this doorway sometime near dawn? Or perhaps Dr. Jekyll might stop in to the lounge for a quick cocktail before the hour grows too late...
Not a bad spot, all in all.