A small space
An enclosed space…
It feels claustrophobic, even oppressive, maybe association?
It’s slightly oppressive despite it being a cubicle of functional, human space…
Should I say human function space?
Walls…
The two longest are one and a half metres
Back wall maybe one…
Opposite is the stall door
Some kind of cheap but durable laminate on its front
My nose awakes…
The smell of uric acid pervades and invades
Faeces splattered porcelain
Dripping taps and flushing cisterns
Never got that whole ‘meditation space’ thing…
Stall doors slam and punters leave
It’s still oppressive and dank
And reeks of its function
I have more hang-ups than I can shake a stick at.
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