WALK #51

The sublimity of fine wine is impossible to achieve without tending to those who labor for such sublimity. Though it's not oft discussed, the sublime requires work. And so we tend to workers by bringing them toilet stalls where they labor. And the fact that these twin portable stalls are positioned by small hills of manure remind that, actually, human poop is not as good for composting manure as the poops of cows, horses, chickens, and even llamas. (Why do I know this shit? Because I write novels and poems.) That said, I cannot see a bathroom in all its versions nowadays without thinking of Jenifer K Wofford's brilliant toilet art. It includes her book Portable Toilets of the Western World (last image) that she describes as (chuckle):

"extended field work in the decaying remains of Western civilization. // Sites include Italy, Norway, Denmark, Vatican City, the Czech Republic and the United States of America, with considerable research undertaken in the San Francisco Bay Area and greater New Orleans."

Toilet art teaches that a Muse can be found anywhere. 

Open-mindedness

Poop teaches how

"writer's block"

becomes

"fake news"--look

around and

unblock.

The opposite of

"obstructed" is

"open."