Sunday, May 14, 2006


After walking past a black sink and a black urinal, he sat on a black toilet in the black restroom, looked at the walls' shiny black tiles that reflected light onto the black tile floor like light through a window (the grout lines serving as the mullions in this mirage), and smelled the slight but distinct scent of urine while he listened to an overproduced French pop song echo in the dark.

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