Sometimes I remove all of my clothes before taking a shit. I can’t explain it, I just feel compelled.
This is one of those days. The fan (it’s been broken for ages) howls like an abattoir; my heavy hand thumps it into a rough buzz. And... I disrobe. I can already feel the weight pressing gently.
My body shaped lump of flesh, stands in the air.
With a kind of minds eye (not in the mirror), I observe myself ...like a kind of third person detachment.
A shit occurs.
Get dressed.
That’s it.
