A hotel room: the same cell in a different city — clean towels, a window, and the sense of being contained but cared for Mark Sandman, refracted A haunted hotel room, unblessed, charged with static; objects shifting on their own. The Church, refracted New Note: On the kibbitzer (two b’s there Mr. Auto-Correct baby), I … Continue reading On Staying in Business Hotels (Featuring a Little 9-ball)