Everything looks nice and orderly, but somehow nothing is real. Time appears to move on, and yet it seems to be stuck, like the hand of a broken clock. It moves forward a little, but then it moves back again. Trapped in an endless loop. Nothing moves. Nothing is alive.
The scene is a small hotel on an industrial estate in the countryside. A morning photograph from the window of one of the guest rooms fades into an evening picture of the same view. The result is something linear that looks like time but actually consists of two points with nothing in between.
Room Without A View, stills