Thursday, December 01, 2011
The most thought-provoking thing in our thought-provoking time is that we are still not thinking.
A view from the toilet. Mayfair Plaza, Sandy Bay. November 2011.
Theme Thursday already, and today's post comes from INSIDE the toilet here in the complex where I toil away. There are a few options if you are in need of a lavatory during business hours, but I prefer this dunny.
For one, it is close by. A quick nip through the car park, and you're in the privvy!
Secondly, how many times can you say that you've enjoyed the magnificent (and not at all repetitive) artistic styling of Stark (Sandy Bay's answer to Banksy) while sitting on the can?
Certainly, other johns might not be so decorated with the detritus of urban decay, but I find those loos, khazis and latrines far too cramped for my style. Honestly, who wants to go about one’s business like one of those calves penned up in a veal factory farming enterprise?
Not this little black duck!
If I have to use a bathroom INSIDE, I need space. I need to be able to stretch my legs out lift my arms up and roar like a wild beast.
Yes, a decent WC really needs to be generous with its space. Really, must we be confined and crowded and rushed and hushed while we absolve ourselves of our sins? (I think I’ve invented a new euphemism there.)
No, I don’t want to be stuck in a netty like a head in a submarine!
Give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don’t fence me in…