Through the body can we witness the most the reflections of hotel rooms, the spaces of transience and loneliness. It is the body that is transient. The space is a field of transition. And the body is the traces remaining on the space. Just like everything a criminal committing murder does in order to wipe out all the clues, the traces of the body are cleaned. The leaver, knowing that the traces will be swept away, takes emptiness along and leaves the experiences in the hotel room.

Çınar Eslek, pulling the body away from casual life, summons the body by just like calling on death by transferring the hotel room into a fictional space.

Hotel Rooms

Pulse of pain throbs on the naked wall

In the wounds of nail, in the wounds of nail. Hear that the time is nibbling the wood

In the attic, in the attic

Mourn for who perish in silence,

no acquaintance In hotel rooms, in hotel rooms.

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