Beside the bustle, a quiet clearing
The glow of Nakasu, the crowds of Tenjin
Between them, in Haruyoshi, stands this hotel
In this neighborhood beside the river, time drifts gently through narrow streets
The sounds of the city grow distant, and what you hear is your own inner voice
NID means "nest" in French
A place to rest your wings, and return to yourself
That wish is woven into the name
Materials
The warmth of wood, the cool poise of tile
Light through the windows, high ceilings, furniture set low
Nothing added for ornament, leaving space for the materials to breathe
If you listened closely, you could almost hear them whisper
The Mark
Lines curve and circle, overlapping as they go
Around the "N" that begins the name
the endless ring of "∞" is drawn
and the enclosure of a nest, woven from branches, settles into place
They overlap one another — steadfast, never to unravel
Like the trails of birds crossing paths
a soft shape, with no corners
They overlap one another — steadfast, never to unravel
Like the trails of birds crossing paths
a soft shape, with no corners
