Walls whisper stories of romance. Intimacies disguised with obscenities attempt to fool the reader, but everyone understands unrequited love. More often the metal partitions scream legacies of abuse, abortion, derangement, and general pissed-off-ism. You can hear the suffering human condition announced as you’re finally able to pee. The only thing missing is a bull horn.
Unwrapped, used tampons litter the floor. The metal feminine- hygiene container with its gaping trap door, stationed like a sentry by the porcelain bowl, awaits these renegade deposits and wonders, “Why am I left empty? So close but yet so far?” No, apparently some misdirected message of revolution is responsible for discarded blood collages decorating gas station facilities, not logistics.
Whether its high school bathrooms, Paris salle de Bains, Italian il Bagno, Spanish Bano, London loos, university women’s rooms, corporate ladies’ rooms, or Nordstroms convenience areas, they all have their secrets. Even the coastal Ritz with its floor- length louvered doors painted pure white, displays revelations. Vegas, well, what’s written on the walls in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
But art museums appear to be immune. Almost sacred,especially in California. The Getty walls are silent. Grey is the only sound. Norton Simon Museum of Art, shh. No messages. Not even a scrap of errant toilet paper present. The Orange County Museum of Art…. Does anyone even go there?
Public restrooms. One of the few things I never missed during the pandemic.
— Mugsy
Unwrapped, used tampons litter the floor. The metal feminine- hygiene container with its gaping trap door, stationed like a sentry by the porcelain bowl, awaits these renegade deposits and wonders, “Why am I left empty? So close but yet so far?” No, apparently some misdirected message of revolution is responsible for discarded blood collages decorating gas station facilities, not logistics.
Whether its high school bathrooms, Paris salle de Bains, Italian il Bagno, Spanish Bano, London loos, university women’s rooms, corporate ladies’ rooms, or Nordstroms convenience areas, they all have their secrets. Even the coastal Ritz with its floor- length louvered doors painted pure white, displays revelations. Vegas, well, what’s written on the walls in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
But art museums appear to be immune. Almost sacred,especially in California. The Getty walls are silent. Grey is the only sound. Norton Simon Museum of Art, shh. No messages. Not even a scrap of errant toilet paper present. The Orange County Museum of Art…. Does anyone even go there?
Public restrooms. One of the few things I never missed during the pandemic.
— Mugsy
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