Summer heat and sadness.

The chain motels perch all along the US highways and freeways and cluster where they intersect, nestled among convenience stores and gas stations. Convenient, soulless, and relatively inexpensive, they provide a place to rest for a time, take a respite from a journey. They also house meetings, celebrations, and assignations.

Inside their homogenous rooms, through their economical walls, you can sometimes hear life's dramas play out. Many stories end there as the faceless and anonymous nature of chain motels, their very convenience, makes them almost perfect for the tragic endings that come. This is the story of several such endings, stories that take on their own power and strength and become inevitable. They overwhelm actual desire, playing out no matter what outcome we truly want. **