FSTM | Kayt Ludi


After a road trip vacation, an anonymous photographer returned home to find something incredible on their laptop. It seems that while they slept, the motel room itself somehow managed to access their computer and leave them a note. The room cataloged everything it witnessed in the previous weeks; tales of love, loss, redemption, and betrayal. Tales to which it must bear powerless witness; unable to react despite having the ability to feel.

What if walls really do see and hear everything that happens when we think we’re alone?

What would they say to us, if we could hear them?


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