I dreamt about pooing.


Entering the bathroom with a few strangers, as you do when you walk into a set of stalls at a public facility, we were all delightedly, and a bit shockingly, surprised to see a bathroom that mimicked a nail salon with rows of brown leather cushion lined chairs rising up in layers like small skyscrapers above the plumbing in front of them. When you sat down it felt like sitting in a nail salon chair, which is weird to say as I’ve never been to get my nails did, but it’s what I imagine it must be like. It wasn’t … Read More