Urban Dumpster

I recently found this toilet stall graffiti very inspiring. It said to me, "Alex, you should put forth effort in all activities, even those that are classically relaxing and require only the participation of your parasympathetic nervous system." Which thought lead me to another realization: what more honest canvas than the off-white plastic of a wayward bathroom stall, visited but once and soon forgotten? Perhaps beyond the existential declarations, indecipherable gang signs, and generously communicated phone numbers, we can peer into the deepest, best-guarded chambers of the mortal mind, wherein dwell the wretched splatterings of our soul, not bright and graceful as we'd hoped and imagined but a pulsating, irregular heap, shapeless and drooling.

Have you ever seen a human heart?


It's disgusting.