Bathroom Portals

I happened across two excellent bathrooms. 

The only photos I took today were of these bathrooms. 

Two stand alone photos of two stand out bathrooms.

An excellent bathroom should meet some of these standards: 

> fairly clean, like clean enough I can move around freely without fearing the cheese touch

> original ambiance, I appreciate when a bathroom maintains an individual personality separate from the establishment it resides in 

> stocked w/ tp 

> mirror 

> toilet

> no line 

Even more ideally, a bathroom is a solo room, not a stall. 

For context, I encountered these bathrooms in substandard circumstances. I wasn't visiting them for use of the toilet. I just needed a couple minutes of recuperation and quiet time. They served me well.

Bathroom 1: I was standing around in a lobby(?) with a bunch of other people waiting for something (?) or someone (?). It was incredibly loud and hot and I was bored. So, I open an unmarked door and there I am. Face to face with a charming window and tiled walls. The air in there is noticeably cooler and less frantic than in the lobby. I stand for a couple minutes, looking at/out/into the window, wash my hand with cold water, do some stretches, and snap this pic:

I'm convinced this window is a portal. Where to? I don't know.

Then someone jiggles the door handle. My time there had come to an end.         

The next bathroom experience is incredibly serendipitous.

Bathroom 2: I take a little trip to the loo in an attempt to escape another hot, loud, boring situation. I swing open the door and am greeted with this huge photo of a baby named Luise and a stuffed animal mobile hanging from the ceiling. The lighting is incredibly warm and welcoming, it feels like entering a womb. I do some jumping jacks and hang my head upside down for a little. 

Suddenly, Wicked Game by Chris Isaak plays on the speakers. 

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)

WHAT! This is CRAZY!  I think to myself. 

For context: The song follows me into the most mundane situations. 

In the airport, Chris Isaak's voice croons as I wait in the security line. 

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It plays on car radios, idling at traffic lights.

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

In the waiting area of the pharmacy. 

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way

In a Berlin coffee shop. 

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And now, in some bathroom in a random restaurant in Germany.

(This world is only gonna break your heart)

 

Chris Isaak is haunting me. 

(He's not dead)

As Wicked Game plays in this bathroom, a huge portal to a seventh dimension opens. 

I dance a little jig in the seventh dimension. 

When the song ends I exit the bathroom. 

✰

P.S. My band also happens to do a cover of Wicked Game

Here's us playing it live: