Dim

Forty pictures of my past have been taped to a hotel wall.
Yellow, amber, red and white the signals fill the width of the room.
Wait.
There is a wire extended from her arm under the bed into the bathroom. A cigarette burns on the mantle. Four bottles of jack have been smashed into the shag carpet.
I am disconnected from my feet as I walk over to the wall.

Forty pictures have been taped to the wall.