better out of context
Train ticket for non-existent train car.
Hotel apparently designed by MC Escher.
But they left fairy tales on our pillows! That was thoughtful.
In the actual world, I can be a pretty cranky traveler. I just sort of run around cussing at all the stairs even though I'm not so much angry as agreeably restless and thinking about how my shoulderblades are itchy. The rest of the time, I am a space cadet and my brother makes fun of me for pretending to be a velociraptor in the spinning doors and you know what, some of it might just be my family. If you're always around people who consistently treat you as though you aren't very mature, the immature sides of your personality start taking over.
(Okay, I'm probably just immature.)
Eleven-foot-tall, German-speaking, foam-rubber-faced, animatronic statues of Salvador Dali are creepy as fuck. Especially when they sneak up behind you.
I don't really like zoos or carnivals all that much. Does that make me a bad person?
Trains are nice. I mean, no, I'm not a train-spotter, or one of those people who's really into knowing all about the layouts of trains or about the mechanics of trains or about different subsets of trains; I don't care much about train taxonomy, but I like to travel by train. I like to watch fields go by backwards out the window. I like to watch them scream past for what always turns out to be a longer time than I expect-- they look almost alive, which is not a thing I'm given to thinking about most machines.
Back Wednesday, probably safe to have a conversation with by Friday or Saturday.
What am I going to do then?