Work.

There’s a lorry driver at the left urinal. I take the left cubicle. My eyes rise to the square shapes of the suspended ceiling. I always find these interesting, I like it when there is a panel missing and you can see into the dusty dark space occupied with sparse pipe-work and wires. This time I look at the panels that are there, because there are none missing. I follow the edges of one square around and around. Urine falls. I follow the edges of a square.