Rooms

People on the road leave things behind, are floating about to a degree. But one thing earths everyone; It is the imminent need for shelter at night. During dusk at the latest the instinctive thought about a bivouac becomes present. In the privacy of one's 'home' one finds peace with the world around oneself and recreates.
Harbourages are as old as mankind.
Our planet was and is peppered with temporary sleeping room in exchange for money. They come in all flavours in hotels, hostels, airbeds, B&Bs, iglus or even caves.
The rooms themselves are impersonal just like their numbers. Suggesting People are just transit items in them.
Countless others disappeared before you and countless others will - like you - awake from their dreams into a brand new day.
I portrait those rooms that I sleep in.

Daniel Bregler