Near West Lake, Alicia found a small hotel that seemed to belong somewhere else: emerald water, patterned tile, and rooms in which every detail had been considered. Its appeal was not grandeur, but the concentration of thought inside something small.
She noticed the restaurant, the bar, and a breakfast served individually rather than spread across a buffet. The photograph keeps that precision. Green dress and green water meet without disappearing into one another; the colour connects the person to the room.
The room was small; the atmosphere felt complete.
