Sometimes…

Sometimes, when I go into a public toilet (like I did this evening at Liverpool Street Station) and I see guys by the urinals… I feel nothing. I look with some curiosity and catch them staring back at me, but there is no thrill in my heart. They know who I am and I know who they are… but I wash my hands, leave and go home. I wonder these times if my curiosity for these places is gone. Or maybe it’s just the moon – far from its fullness in the sky and its effect on me.

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