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
patterns on the floor, wall, whatever--I stare then to
death. I
see every possible way the
tiles' 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 my
thoughtstream, I can't think. So I need this
ideal bathroom more than almost anything.
Allow me to read from the
Sarcasmo thoughtstream:
...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
aligned 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 to
redo all the
toilets of the world,
I don't know what is.
I was actually writing my writeup here as TheNastyCanasty "rescued" this nodeshell. It angered me. -sigh-...