rooms without a view (short story)

by Marlon Thierry Laurent Fink. Posted in Text

When you flush everything’s gone, everything.

Some say toilets are as neutral as milk of a mother’s breast. When you’re in one of these small cabinets you’re alone, except for yourself. So how do you treat these walls, sometimes not even blank? What do you do with them? What do you do?

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