Friday, November 13, 2009
On my way from Dar to Mikumi. Very hot day.
Very smelly toilet indeed. No need for bathroom or washroom eufemisms here. With that smell, it could not have been anything else but a toilet.
That's why they put up the note. It should be less smelly.
I just needed to capture the beauty of that moment. The intrinsic beauty of the note.
It's almost poetry. Almost as if it was written by a Chinese monk with his calligraphy pensil brush. Tanzanian poetry. Unintended.
Of great poetic value.