– The blind lady made her drink some heavy lilac liquor. « It’s a good relaxing elixir if you want to daydream a bit in my pool », she said.
– She spent hours in the room trying out clothes and looking in the mirror in front of her. She wanted to be as beautiful as those glossy soap barrels.
– She went to the dressing room and found a collection of household products. She fell in love with these objects. They were shinning more resplendently than ever. Their shadows on the wall reminded her of women figures. She wanted to look like them.
– She went upstairs and asked for dry clothes. « I can’t see you sweetie I’m blind today. But help yourself with my dressing room. Do as you wish », the young mother said.
– The children’s room was filled with strange objects. It had a special atmosphere between witchcraft and loneliness.
– She asked the little girl where her mother was. She answered that she was working upstairs. You could see melancholy and weariness in her eyes.
– « My brother and I love to dress up like dolls », a little blond girl said. « We always borrow Mama’s wigs ». Then she understood that the first girl she had seen was a boy.
– She entered a room that seemed to be a dormitory. A young girl was lying and dozing on a bed in front of an old television fuzzy screen.
– It looked like a plastic house in the middle of nowhere. At the entrance, there was a sign on which one could read « Lost travellers and suffering souls are welcomed ». She decided to get in even if her clothes were salty water pearling.
– She saw a light in the distance, on the lakeshore. It was blinking on the roof of a pink house, like Morse code. She crushed on the beach and walked towards the house.
– She tried on accessories to see if she could look beautiful. She was dancing slowly savoring a marijuana lollipop that she had found around.
– She wanted to impregnate herself of this place. She turned on an old radio. She put her silver jumpsuit down listening to Sam Cooke. She looked at her hips arching in the window reflection. Under the sensual light she wanted to be as attractive as this vacuum cleaner.
– On an old sofa covered with plants, there was a red vacuum cleaner. Its metallized shell was flaming. She had the sensation that this place had appeared in the middle of nowhere just to seduce her and enchant her.
– There was no one, just a candy apple and sap perfume in the air. She went face to face with a strange object, like a chromed eye glowing in the night.
She was attracted to it and fascinated by its beauty.
– At the edge of the red wood, she found a mysterious greenhouse. A pink light was glowing from the inside of the glass structure. She opened the door and walked along the central aisle, surrounded by tropical plants powdered with glitter.
– Despite her efforts there was no evidence that she was not alone. Defeated by solipsism and melancholy, she walked along the corridor and she followed the light rays to the swimming pool, in the basement.
– She wanted to meet someone true. She needed to understand. She needed to know if that person could see what she can see and if she was living in this mad world too. She used to pick up the phone late night to talk to strangers.
– She looked at herself in the mirror for hours. She wanted her skin pinkish like a shrimp and soft like a peach. She wanted to appeal to people at all costs. Yet she knew that seduction was a vain thing.
– She found a space bathed in pink neon. She kept drinking, her hair blowing in the artificial wind of the fan. The ground was leaning and the colours were vibrating.
– She left the bar without saying au revoir – Bloody Mary in hand. She was looking for a quiet place.
– On the top of the motel, there was a rooftop bar. She sat down and ordered a Sex On The Beach and a seafood platter.
– She saw a pink motel in the distance. Its roofing was shinning. She decided to stop there to drink something sweet.
– That night, she called random numbers. She needed to hear voices against her cheek.
– She wondered if she was as beautiful as that shiny striped toothpaste.
– And she watched the toothbrush and the toothpaste making love.
– The hotel was crowded but she still felt alone. She wanted to feel a real presence, and wanted to know that she was not the only one to live in this dream. She locked herself in the bathroom, sipped a strawberry vodka, and started to fall in love with the pink color of the walls.
– When she woke up, she was still alone. She had the sensation of being locked in her own dream – a dream in which she could control everything, as if nothing was real. She decided to stop at this pink hotel for the night.