This is something I dream
about very often. With my digestive problems
and frequent need to go to the bathroom
, I spend a lot of time there. I really hate
it. Any pattern
s on the floor, wall, whatever--I stare then to death
. I see
every possible way the tile
s' pattern could flow
, every speck of dirt
and bit of nast
, every line of vandalism
. These things are an extreme tax
on my mind. I spend my time in the bathroom thinking
. I think my most important thoughts in the bathroom for some reason, and if I have all these things plaguing
, I can't think. So I need this ideal
bathroom more than almost anything. Allow
me to read from the Sarcasmo
...rinal and toilet were of the same material after all.
It had a round toilet stall; no visible cracks, hinges, scratches, dirt, door, anything. The door was seamless. The walls were an emmaculately perfect and shineless white. The floor was absolutely smooth; no amount of friction would make anything stick to it.
The urinal was in between four foot deep dividers; they were that same white; no gloss and no dirt. There are no sports pages above the urinal; no anything. Just white. There was a session of pondering of a single black dot (perfectly circular and one quarter inch in diameter), but it was decided better without.
The sink was that same white, with a slight texture to allow absorption; water did not sit. The faucets were perfect chrome; the shine made up for the lack in the rest of the room. There was a strange open-faced sort of chamber set in the wall; the idea behind it was to wave your hands in the chamber and they would become dry. No explanation; it seemed to work by cha...
I know, sounds like it's straight out of a Kubrick
movie. But it's honesty
. I need this thing. It needs to be a standard
even. With the walls, floors and other such things in the bathroom align
ed with my ideal vision
, the bathroom would become my perfect thought chamber and I just might come up with an revolutionary
idea and change the world. Now if that's not enough motivation
all the toilets of the world
, I don't know
I was actually writing my writeup here as TheNastyCanasty "rescued" this nodeshell. It angered me. -sigh-...