Friday, August 16, 2002

The toilets at our offices have large clear windows. We didn't need frosted glass, because the nearest neighbours are quite far away, across the park. Or rather, they used to be. Where the park used to be, we now have a construction site directly outside the toilets. It is quite unnerving, yet strangely liberating, standing at the urinal, dick in hand, while shirtless tattooed young blokes scramble about on the scaffolding alongside.

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