Dust On the Hotel Phone.

Hotel room left as if in a still frame a still life phone in the bed amidst wild bed untidiness. The phone itself is dead. Hotel phone, old and antique in a modern way. Push buttons. Multiple buttons for line 1-5.  No light left on it. Walking away from the phone and it rings. As it rings dust blast off of the phone as if the sound itself disturbed the antigravity silence. Picking up the phone long monologue that sound similarly to deftones digital bath and saturday night wrist moments. More Jazzy.

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