North Star Hotel 4am

The room has designer metal light-switches. On the wall is a piece of abstract art which resembles a series of red and white tears. There is a coat-stand on which are hung two dressing gowns. I wore one last night. When I took it off the static electricity would have lit up Sydney harbour. The bathroom has two shades of brown metallic tiles and organic shampoo plus conditioner. There’s one old leather chair. Downstairs, in the pub, there’s a vacant pool table. In another life I would have spent last night drinking beer and losing at pool. Instead I put on my waders and delved into Proust.