motels, love, pleasure

Reading this (also this) makes me think about hotels and motels, and all the transient joy that has come and gone in them.

Whenever I see a hotel or motel that’s more than a couple years old, especially those little roadside ones we’ve got here in Florida, I always think, if even one percent of the love and pleasure gotten in those rooms were retained in the rooms, and if love and pleasure were somehow visible in some ultra-violet spectrum, then ultra-violet-perceiving aliens on Alpha Centauri should be able to see that hotel or motel with the naked eye.