hotel_pension_nord
the usual pouring rain grounded the acrid particles pumped into the grey skies above the industrial sprawl of the city and close to the hotel 'pension nord' the algea-smeared dead zones of harbour architecture looked like the stage props of jean genet's QUERELLE, a modern version of the sleazy deliquents hide-outs. heterotopia, michel F. would say, but then the poisenous rain stopped to fall and the carnival's ferris wheel started to spin again in the orange glow beyond the blackned water.
