pissing in the sink is one of the final few ethical pleasures left to us in the modern world

woven into the grotesque canvas of late capitalist society, where the threads of broken ethics, unmet greeds and ill-sought pleasures intertwine, the act of urinating in the sink emerges as a shimmering thread of defiance and liberation amidst the drab canvas of sultry conformity. this post is an imploration to cast aside the mundane facade, for behold! within the confines of this commonplace act, yet still on its outer reaches at the kitchen drain, lies a symphony of ethical resonance and poetic dignity.

lo! the sink—a vessel of utility and containment, yet also a sanctuary of rebellion and ecological stewardship. as the liquid streams cascade into its stainless steel or porcelain embrace, they whisper a sonnet of conservation, a hymn to the sanctity of every precious droplet in a world parched and exposed, drained and razed. here, amidst the confines of domesticity, i invite you to become custodians of the earth, embroidering each your golden thread into the communal tapestry of environmental consciousness with each clandestine release.

in the quiet dribble of this intimate rebellion, there exists a neat elegance—a dignity that transcends both the banality of bodily functions and the opulence of human excess, and elevates them to the realm of the sublime. for within the sink-piss lies but a kernel, and yet a testament to the ironic intensity of the human spirit, a reminder to the lost of the beauty of the other.

keep pissing, and may your streams be strong 🙏