The bathroom stalls were covered in a plastic laminate, textured to look like granite. Though the surfaces were modeled to look like something hard and tough, they were practically in shambles. There was a solid, operating door in front of me, but the partition to my left was missing – nothing left but rusted screws and hinges covered in mdf dust. I could chat with and smell anyone who chose to drop their feces there. People I had never met […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: bathroom stall, Dream, subconscious