The bathroom, especially a public one, holds a mystical
quality about it in the realm of privacy. It is both public, or shared by
several individuals, and yet somehow private in terms of the specific business
that is conducted there. We don’t shit out in the open, do we? What really
separates us from others when we are on a toilet. Can two sheets of metal that
reach neither the floor nor the ceiling and a flimsy door really be considered
a suitable boundary for such an intimately private experience? And if those
walls are questionable dividers between us and others, then what other walls
need to be examined? Are we really ever in state of privacy? Are we really all
alone when we sit in that stall?
