At the DoubleTree Hotel in Portland for a convention, my mind wanders to the utilitarian nature of the convention space. It’s kind of fascinating. The walls move, the color scheme is nice-bland and built to stand up to a lot of use. Everything about the decor says that they are just providing the backdrop, it’s up to whoever rents the room to provide the content to make it dazzle. Without what’s going on in the rooms themselves, everything is the same.
And then I noticed the flip flop.
What wild ruckus caused this to happen, destroying the uniformity and banal of the room? There’s a story here and it could be a good one.