"In this room, this hotel room, another life is possible. A bed, a chair, a table.
To sleep, read, write and look, perfect for imagining and leading a secret life.

A room, a hotel room, is a strange place, this room, which could be commonplace and impersonal. Yet singular and familiar. A space for life and dreams.

In this room, this hotel room, another life is possible. A thick shelf, some frames, some drawings.
To sleep, read, write and look, perfect for imagining, dreaming and leading a secret life.

A secret life, an imaginary life. A parallel life. A life we imagine. That is what we are doing. That is what I do in a room, a hotel room, which is commonplace, impersonal and yet singular and familiar.

Imaginary lives. Mine. Yours. The lives of those we meet.
To imagine lives. Invent lives. Imaginary lives.

In this room, this hotel room, another life is possible. Drawings, wall paintings.
To sleep, read, write and look, perfect for imagining, dreaming and leading a secret life.

Is there a better place than a hotel room to dream? Is there a better place than a hotel room to forget everything and think of you? Where else than in a hotel room have I more hope of finding myself and finding you?

In this room, this hotel room, another life is possible. Objects, objects of dreams.
If not in this hotel room, where can I dream of you and dream you?

In a room, a hotel room, another life is possible. To dream you, dream of you and write to you."

- Emmanuel Régniez