W.C.

Where would the urban captive escape to if there weren’t a lavatory? To relieve excess byproducts – water, crap, and thoughts. It’s not for us to seek recluse in Mother Nature. No fields. No huge rocks. No flowing streams. But thankfully there is a washroom we can get bolted inside.

Be there, be yourself – no pretensions, excrete, hold your head in your hands, and flush it all down the drain. Water has got healing powers.

Take a leak to de-clog the processing and miraculously a bright idea might also strike. It always helps to let it all out of the system.

In the times when there is not much one can rely on, thankfully there is a commode to park oneself comfortably – a fixture to fix human nature’s peculiarities while answering Nature’s calls. Absolutely a noble creation.

May you never have to hold back

May there always be a W.C. to rid you of the M.C.B.C.