Saturday, 7 March 2009
Pub
Such a small space the tiles grid up everywhere. Off white (in the direction of cream) and a glistening Blue. There is something farmhouse about the feel of it. Something rustic and cold. The metal urine trough lines one short wall, a man stood unsociably close to the centre... I risk the cubicle which is clean.
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