i was thinking about our initial convos of the bathroom as an interruption of surveillance, a sort of defiant privacy, and also was thinking about the kind of media people tend to consume in bathrooms (like, locking yourself in the bathroom to read something you dont want others to know about, or hiding from some responsibility) -- diaristic, notes-to-self, a internal monologue -- ?? did u guys know this concept of "pre individuality"? It says something like being in a state which doesn't start from the notion of individuality, a pre-state of itself, and I really think that it sounds like pooping and looking at nothing while doing it. (: I think about that and surveillance of media, like, being a beautiful, healthy, productive, politically responsible being, except when not, like when being in the bathroom.... It is often said that today, with our exposure to the media, culture of public confessions and instruments of digital control, private space is disappearing. One should counter this: it is the public space proper that is disappearing. The person who displays on the web his or her naked images or intimate data is not an exhibitionist: exhibitionists intrude into the public space, while those who post their naked images on the web remain in their private space and are just expanding it to include others. : When the lights go out, Neon lights appear When the lights go out, Neon lights appear When the lights go out, Neon lights appear When the lights go out, Neon lights appear : when I was thirteen I made a saucepan so messy I threw it on the roof of the vet behind my house rather than clean it. I can still see it : Mum gave me a banana and I stuffed it in the vhs machine in kindergarten but they found it : poignant? don't forget pungent ! haha : i kept this ball of purple grape laffy taffy in my jacket pocket for the whole summer of year 3 and additional small items which stuck to it like buttons, leaves. because i thought one day i might be called upon to produce specific combinations of items, in order to save the world from some kind of certain doom. but eventually this taffy semi-liquified and broke down into a kind of congealed sticky syrup attracting fire ants to my pocket, which i yet housed in my pocket enduring occasional bites, unwilling to discard the taffy in case this could spell doom for us all, until my mom secretly threw the jacket in the bin. months later i still carried the anxiety of being helpless in the face of possible disaster : constant sucking sound (AC, heating, drains, bathtub) There is a constant rhythmic sucking/tapping sound coming from one of our upstairs bathtub drains. I know it's the drain because if you close it, the sound gets softer. This goes on whether or not there is water in the tub. Rhythmic, constant, 24/7. The water drains just fine when we use the tub. No other noises anywhere else in the house. Any ideas? : Everything's blue Everything's blue in this world All fuzzy Spilling out of my head : Pit stop. Chop some logs. I have the turtle poking his head. Take the wood out to the courtyard. Throw another log on the fire. Going for a whizz. Nature calling. Lube up the rusty star fish : Beautifully indigestible : ants in my stomach and from there to the bath : i find peeace here.... 🚽

FURTHER DOWN THE DRAIN organized by OhNo Galeria + Pee Pee + Underground Flower with a text collectively written by visitors between September - October 2020