Why was this fucking image dyed the same color as Yoda’s fucking foreskin?

Hotels are quite literally liminal

They aren’t the destination, they are the waiting room

love this vibe. and when you get back to the hotel after a long tiring day of adventure, it becomes a welcoming sanctuary. ah I wish I could go on a trip, it’s been so long!

I’ve been staying in Airbnbs a few days a month about an hour and a half from where I live each time. It’s a strange vibe, too, being in someone else’s house that’s now used to host strangers. Laying flat on your back, looking up at the ceiling of what was once some kid’s bedroom is wild.

PKD has a brilliant description in We Can Build You.

I read that in a gravelly noir detective voice.