Based on a photo that I took of a sort of seedy little motel just outside of town. (The REALLY seedy ones are all IN TOWN and I’m not suffering that much for art!) It was probably a nice little stop in its day, and being situated on old Route 66, no doubt would be one fascinating set of talking walls! As it is now, overgrown and in disrepair, it congers feelings of decay and dereliction. This is the late stationary phase of growth, and it offers haven to those who wait.