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Postcards from a far

2 years ago, Foxy escorted a strange character into the Lost Hotel.  She convinced us to feed him, shower him, even give him a place to sleep.  No one knows where he comes from, or where he’s gone.   This was a post card we received from him.  The writing was mostly illegible, so I’ve transcribed it as best I could.  No return address, no phone number. “I …

6 course meal, upstairs?

The Lost Hotel dinning table materialized from the dust.  It attracted those who wanted to be served, and those who wanted to serve.  However, it was difficult to see who was the master and who was the servant. The Lost Hotel glorified the event by constructing a proper stage elevated 10 feet above, where the seats overlook the traditional tent roof line below.  The dinning table would …