we find beauty in the most curious of places. for me it always lies in the details. small tiny attributes gleaming waiting to be discovered. the lines, the way it just all comes together.
the one sink with the modern fixtures among the eldersilver. the removed toilet but the classic flush-tank remaining affixed to the wall. the screwholes on bracing walls where renovations happened in a past year.
and this is just a restroom! i feel like i was transported into the film, the hudsucker proxy, and any minute, some ole doddering businesstocrat is going to come in muttering to himself about the bottom line and profit shares.
and some secret part of me wishes that it’ll really happen. would it be too weird to ask for a couch in there?