The crystal windows of the hotel lobby, interior windows, gave the place an air of mystery and complexity it didn't really deserve-- windows inside, from one room to another? Preposterous. Yet these corridors of glass created a second floorplan, more abstract and therefore more emotional, on top of the practical roomways of the building. We like to see into places we can't access immediately; humans salivate in anticipation.

Wherefore art thou, Romeo? She looked for something, we all do. But she was special, her looking was special. All our looking is special.

There is a dancer, in her mind, that dances, always. If she keeps rhythm with this dancer she's okay. As she runs through the halls of the hotel, lost in the midst of this big conference, as long as she feels like she's playing, dancing, it's okay. It's not too serious. If she doesn't meet the love of her life she can still go to bed and sleep soundly.

When she was younger she had played this game all the time, very seriously, she believed prince charming was around, with soft stubble and a wry scarf. Maybe in the next room of the library. During the years of her relationships, "real" relationships, which meant relationships she never really cared about that much, she stopped playing the game.

But this big old hotel made her feel like a little girl again, and made her dance.