Something pleasing about the seafront road when you get over to the other side of the King Alfred leisure centre. Great old buildings, most of them cheap hotels, slightly faded and with a grandeur that seems more influenced by the industrial docks of Aldrington Basin than the Brighton Pier. Get glimpses of windows, and the possibilities of secret rooms... secret not because they are hidden, but because they are forgotten. There are the windows at the front of buildings, there are attic windows, maybe a corner pane or too, we all know these... but on obscure walls, lost under overhangs or behind ventilation shafts, there are smaller windows, whose glass gives no indication of what room they may look upon. The buildings down the seafront road are full of the possibilities of such rooms.
We all pass by hundreds of them each day, mostly don't even think about them, but a lot of them have been there before we were born, and will remain there, spaces between stone, till long after we're gone. Something strangely comforting about that thought. Don't know what though.
