In this poem there is not any movement, it is only a snapshot of life, it means it is a picture, almost dead, as there is no movement at all. And this is the reason why the poem seems to be calming. We begin to think about the information that we receive and we might fabricate our own wrong perceptions about others unless we are willing to become more familiar with these topics by investigating further. We arrived at the next hotel, which was only two blocks away, again deciding from the outside, that we would not sleep there. I questioned the short ride, because on the map the two places were far apart.
