Rooms That Remember You Back

25X35cm, acrylic on board I don’t know where this room was exactly, but I feel like I’ve been in it. The kind of place with a chair you’re slightly afraid to sit in… too soft, too worn, like it already belongs to someone else. There was always that faint smell — carpet, old wood, something that hadn’t quite left the walls. And outside, mountains that looked closer than they were. I think I only stayed one night. Or maybe I just remember it that way.