Part two
What am I doing here? I hate crowds I hate people. People are the worst. Crowding out everything suffocating the air out of the room. Living between panic and depression and just one text message or notification from a heart attack.
It’s unfortunate that I chose journalism as my profession.
I move through the hallway of the hotel making my way past the staff and the staff infections. To the elevators.
Everyone has smiling faces. I notice as the doors close. A drink in one hand and a phone in the other. Pitching ideas. Checking updates. Laughing about today. Planning out tomorrow.
They don’t know.
I look beyond the faces to the back of the conference hall. The empty platform waiting.
They really don’t know.
Or maybe they just don’t care.
I check my notes…
Room 669
The light counting off the floors.
Regarding Samuel 