shower (everyday life in the modern world)

Washing under the rain shower with bodywash, the soft scent of elemi and ginseng. His head relaxed and hot from the chaotic flow of water. Short sighted he can see the streams ofwater close tohis eyes. drops, streams. chaos. In this position without moving his head he count 15 streams of water in front of my eyes, look down at my feet my legs and feet are out of focus.

He turns off the shower, puts the sponge on the wire shelf, looks at the soap suds on the base, and wipe the glass panels clean with the plastic squeegee. Steps out of the shower and towels almost dry, the multicoloured towelling dressing gown will absorb the remaining dampness. Behind him a soft thud, soft bang as the squeegee falls onto the shower tray. he almost ignores it and thinks “I can leave it, pick it up tomorrow and then thinks of what my partner will do and say” … [and in a gesture towards his engineering past think of all the “uncompleted systems we built, and enabled to be made. Systems never completed, the lifecycle of data, the archives never built, and the mountains of useless information.] We shouldn’t live like that he thinks and step back into the shower and hangs the squeegee off the wire shelf where it lives…