I am a boy that loves my toilet.

It is a place of tranquilizing peace, in which ideas flow like milk and honey. A place the horses of imaginations run wild beyond the four walls of reality -into the domain of the surreal. It is a toilet now. It is a 'Gook' battlefield then. It is a spaceship now. It is a medieval castle then. It is anything at all my mind perceives it to be and that is why I've always seen my toilet to be a great private place for meditation -where the infinite probabilities of imaginations are nurtured every time I enter. Thus, I wanted to express them. I wanted to write it out, not with words but with light; Light on a piece of celluloid.

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