I
After thirty years of loneliness, the dreamer packed up his belongings and spent his savings on a house in the countryside, far away from most civilization with a luxury bed and breakfast as its intent, and so he set about this new life of pastoral simplicity, through eight months he renovated this hermitage by himself.
II
Yet as the second guest did not show, as instead the cobwebs fattened on the corners of the chipped eaves, he resigned himself to simply keeping the hotel functional, that is, he sought to feed it whichever capital-producing patrons might stay; he booked the degenerates, the molestors, the errant truckers and local vagrants; he contracted a neon sign to steer passers to the front door with good cheer.
III
That is, when the hotel was at last full he set it ablaze, giving berth to the gas-filled tubes for fear they might pop.
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