Despite the overall decay and run-down atmosphere, it seems that the ghost of the hotel, the phantom of the former glory, got stuck among these walls as if in a trap.
It haunts the corridors and suites of the hotel, howls in the pipes and elevator shafts, makes the old parquet floors squeak, stubbornly ignoring its hopelessly miserable condition.
It perishes. Time already permeates through its body and dissolves it
Work create with the support of Sorry, no rooms avalible residency (Uzhorod, Ukraine).