I live and work in the Zeitgeist Hotel. It’s a house in the North End of Halifax. But it’s also a state of mind: zeitgeist, literally, time-ghost, or the spirit of the times; and hotel, a place to rest temporarily.
The name came about thusly: time was, if you stayed at my mother’s house, accommodations were lavish. Near-gourmet meals, freshly-laundered linens, flowers on the bedside table. Her standards of hospitality were high; but inflexible. I, born to less affluent times, but no less hospitable, would hand you a bowl of whatever was going in the kitchen; a clean towel; and a blanket for the couch, if no bed were available. My friend Joe, observing the phenomenon, dubbed my household “the Zeitgeist Hotel”; and so it remains to this day.
I have another friend who is channelling a fantasy novel in which my house and I appear (by name). It figures as a kind of halfway house for extra-terrestrial beings--like an immigrant welcome centre...she’s not far wrong.
I feel outed…but y’all are welcome. In the Zeitgeist Hotel.
Ariel Harper Nave
“I believe that there is NOTHING sent us that we cannot handle if we know ourselves well enough and that’s why I do what I do.”