Intimate gestures tabooed by society, calls of natures hushed by pseudo-decency, look at me in forbidden places, do not throw paper towels in the toilet, be obsessive-compulsively hygiene-oriented, follow the neat instruction and repeat after me as you see my acts through public privacy.
A performance in a bathtub in a closed washroom for the purposes of the occasion, reminiscent of childhood manual of instructions of how to be the cleanest one can be only to slide into the insignificance of gestures performed for the sole end of their own existence, the rituals that overcome the dogma they were mean to interpret only to become the dogma itself.
