Tunnel vision. That's the impression I had with the previous picture. That's what I have now, wandering along the endless corridors of a huge hotel building. Probably a few thousand similar rooms… guaranteed anonymity but at the same time I feel alone and a little frightened. What might be happening behind these doors ? Couples arguing, violence ? Maybe murder or rough sex. Maybe there is a tired woman mesmerized by the television screen, drinking from the mini-bar. Or two guys discussing the next day's strategy at their business meeting. Anything can happen there, but in such an environment it can only be drab, depressing. The only escape would be to jump out of the window, whose curtains are animated by the outside breeze. Somehow, it is tempting. At least it looks like the only issue. I want to see the view, the reassuring compulsive act of a photographer.