Last Night I Found Ways To Scrub Souls
February 17, 2006
Bathtubs are places of wonder, and not just because they can so easily accommodate the broken shards of other people’s lives. Rather, they do something to us, they please our organic tissues in ways that soap and water alone never could. Indeed, it’s incredible how joyful we get when our genitals get soaked in warm water.
I now suspect that large, ceramic bowls remind us of those primordial delights we felt when we were fish. And you know that throbbing sound you hear when you hold your head underwater?! I think it’s your heart telling you things about yourself.
Posted by Tudor at 10:40 PM in Here & There | TrackBackback to the uterus…baths are great
nice pictures — don’t drop your camera :)
Posted by: karen on February 18, 2006 at 01:06 AMI gave up on baths a while ago. Too many bits of me get cold. In my fantasies I have a large, iron claw-foot bathtub that I can soak my entire body in… *big wet sigh*
Posted by: spindriftdancer on February 18, 2006 at 01:52 PM