I call this "the ruins of a toilet that once was". This was actually a public facility in a bathroom in Barcelona. I don't understand this. How did the toilet get this way? Do they not realize it needs to be fixed? How can anyone do more than a #1 with this? Perhaps these frustrations similarly lie within the compounds of a prison where you must do with what you are given.
Ever since visiting Amsterdam, I've been into Van Gogh's work. A few friends and I visited this mysterious place called the Vondelpark: a magical park - no more than a fraction of the massive oasis appearing on any map -where many bizarre things happened. The entrance to the park was covered by a dome of trees, preventing anyone from seeing inside, and then surrounded by a moat that required one to physically cross a bridge to enter. It almost resembled our own type of prison, one that we were happy to be in (and i'm sure cell phone reception would have been at zero bars, if I had one). Upon leaving this place, we concluded that many things we saw resembled some of the paintings of Van Gogh. One of his most popular works "Starry Night", we were certain could have actually been painted in the Vondelpark. After research, and to my surprise, it turns out that this was actually painted while Van Gogh was in an Asylum at Saint-Remy in 1889. Perhaps the large black structure represents his own asylum.
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