Friday, June 5, 2009
Where The Night Lasts Forever
Look very closely....can you see the toilet and bidet in the cool, enshrouding blackness of this somber comfort chamber? Can you make out the faint contours of the two sinks, like unto morose pools of tears in this open floor plan expression of the designer's nightshade-poisoned soul? Can you even tell there's an image posted above?
One wonders how efficient flossing could possibly be in here. What it lacks in enclosure it makes up for in dim recessed lighting from Ikea, no doubt very forgiving after an absinthe or three. Jet black toilet paper exists -- The Stool Pigeon has seen it. I want to gaze into one of those mirrors and softly chant "Candyman...Candyman...Candyman...."