I entered the green bathroom and it was quite clean. I opened the toilet lid to find that it was filled to the brim with diarrhea and the edges with nuggets of shit. I was disgusted and went to the kitchen to fetch a rag to clean up.

In the hallway my mother had hung up some old canvas cloth which acted as curtains. I thought it looked shabby and grew angry, I heard my thoughts of recrimination “my mother still doesn’t respect my aesthetic sensibilities” or something along the lines.

I made it to the kitchen and found many rags. I sniffed through them, trying to find the ones that most stunk of old humid rag, but they didn’t seem to have any odor. Finally I decided on an old one, and went back to the bathroom to clean up.