Feeling like I can fall out of reality and into the backrooms just by taking the wrong corridor or waking up at the wrong hour.
This is the same reason why I don’t like staying in hotels. Makes me feel like nothing, dehumanized.
I think it’s quite interesting we can have such opposite reactions to the same thing. I’m more in line with original author- I rather enjoy it. If I reflect on why this may be, I think it’s because I find human-ing pretty exhausting, so a break from that is rather welcome!
It’s nice, until you are on constant business trips and stay in hundreds of hotels.
Dunno. I’m in “tens of hotels” bucket now, but hotels are definitely not something I dislike about business trips - flights are, especially night flights.
I used to love flying at night. Air is cool, dense and smooth, you don’t get cooked by the sun as much, and the red cockpit light is pretty cozy.
and for those using them as emergency shelter, from domestic abuse or homelessness, they are salvation. different strokes, huh.
As nobody has posted it yet, this vibe is often referred to as !liminalspace@lemmy.world
hotels are the ultimate expression of third space
ContraPoints has a great Tangent video about liminal spaces, FYI
This screenshot is showing its age. Just immerse it in hydrogen peroxide for two minutes, wash it thoroughly, and it should be like new!
I think the green must be mold.
I was just thinking this is the perfect compromise between dark and light mode, actually!
Oh, Gray 5, you mean?
It sounds ridiculous in German, but it’s not much better in French, either.
It’s the most basic Dasein
I disagree, is most essentially ‘das Man’ what Heidegger supposed to be the opposite of Dasein:
The opposite of this authentic self [Dasein] is everyday and inauthentic Dasein, the forfeiture of one’s individual meaning, destiny and lifespan, in favour of an (escapist) immersion in the public everyday [das Man or the They]
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.
The last sentence alone, taken out of context, would open a mystery novel like few others.
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!
PKD has a brilliant description in We Can Build You.
Hotels are quite literally liminal
They aren’t the destination, they are the waiting room
Everything except chatting in the hall is great
Why was this fucking image dyed the same color as Yoda’s fucking foreskin?
You know way too much about whatever happened to that puckered flag of skin after it was separated from its original owner, it seems.
Sounds like you know even more.
Hotel wallpaper
I think it’s some sort of game. Since you noticed it, this means that you just lost the game! 🫵
I like when I open the night stand drawer and there are like 16 different religious books in there.
I’ve got bibles for taoism, Buddhism, Islam, even a copy of Dianetics all courtesy of the Gideons.
My pastime is vandalizing the bibles. Criticisms, corrections, changing names, signing it as Jesus, drawing pentagrams and devils, that sort of stuff.
I read that in a gravelly noir detective voice.
