William H. Johnson, "Jacobia Hotel" (1930)
William H. Johnson, Jacobia Hotel (1930)
Can a Game Be Literature?

Mark's Pages

Inside her narrow circle of self-satisfaction there's no space for thought that anyone could ever despise her as much as this. Myself and every other employee.


It's said that in her private apartment the light switches are upside down and the faucets backward. Long-time employees whisper of her cloven hoof. When she laughs she cackles, like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.


Her glasses are held together with tape. She wears a tattered 50 year old sweater. She owns whole blocks of beachfront properties in La Jolla.