It’s past midnight, and we are in yet another hotel room in a city with no name. One can hear the night traffic on the avenue below, the CNN news on a screamingTV in the next room, competing with the broken air condition from an era gone by, breathing like a lung sick patient getting his last rights.
We are both dressed in nothing more than our fantasy, the darkest night and the brightest passion of two lost souls in a city of indifference. We are modern lovers, part plastic and rubber, part naked
