i’ve built an altar of candles in my bathroom. in times of darkness, it is when we most need those rare candles to guide us. guide us to the toilet bowl.
a bulb in my apartment pathetically fizzled out and blew a fuse. as a result there is no light in the kitchen, or the toilet. we’ve remedied this with candles and don’t dare call the landlords, because our house is inescapably messy. and we have a deep rooted fear of landlords here in the czech republic after we were illegally evicted from our first apartment. the scars of this trauma still make us shit with candles and not only to disperse the smell.
perhaps we should call the landlords.
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