• 2 weeks ago

I approach the port-a-potty by stealth in the night. Entering the plastic enclosure, the stench of shit greets me. I inhale deeply. Lifting up the facing of the latrine, I climb into the morass of feces, urine and toilet paper swimming in blue water. Pulling the lid down, I lay in wait. Hours from now, the yoga festival will begin.

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