“…a new feeling washes over me -a feeling at once destructive, romantic and grand- like falling into a swimming pool dressed in a tuxedo. I have this feeling no room is ever quiet; this feeling that even in the quietest, emptiest and most uneventful of rooms there is always an event of profound importance occuring.
This event is Time itself, foaming, raging and boiling like a river, roaring through this room and through all rooms -Time flowing through the beds, gushing from the minibars and churning from the mirrors, and Time, with its grand, unfightable sweep, taking me along with it.”
-Douglas Coupland, “Shampoo Planet”
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