I made a post a while back about eating in silence without the distraction of a movie, TV show, music, or your phone — just eating. Now imagine just pooping; no phone, no sudoku puzzle, no woodworking magazine from 2017 that you got as part of a subscription for supporting your neighbor’s kid’s school fundraiser.
Just you, your moving bowels, the resulting excrement, and your existential dread.
Truly frightening.
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