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I wrote this whilst staying at the Marquette House- an uncompromisingly strange and characterful hostel with Hitchcock décor and a scattering of guests who wouldn't (couldn't?) leave. I began to think about how it must feel to live in a place like a hostel, which by its nature is too impermanent for belonging and where the faces of its inhabitants are always shifting and changing.


Photo credit goes to a friend I made on the trip. He doesn't know I've used it...

Don't tell him.Bảo Lưu Mọi Quyền

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Marquette
Thứ 4, thg 4 4, 2018

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