Studying how people talk about each other, objects, and infrastructure. Interested in history, communication, bicycles, material culture, and cozy murder. Phone: 1-780-982-8520
What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else's tub? Why would this experience be d... more What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else's tub? Why would this experience be dissimilar to bathing in your own tub? This essay examines the nuances of bathing elsewhere, focusing on intimacy, place, ritual, and time. I sink into the bath, luxuriating in the heat. Filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles, my tub invites me to linger, empty and refill it with still hotter water, read books, daydream, plot, and scheme. I perform a ritual of cleanliness. I allot time. I run the water. I adjust the temperature. I add bubbles. I add scent. I clean my body. Like wiping a slate clean, I also clean my mind, letting thoughts evaporate with the steam that rises from the surface of the water. I watch my fingers wrinkle. These moments are slow, idle, languorous. There is no hurry. There are few cares. My bathtub is a behemoth: a six-foot iron monstrosity with clunky green legs. Original to the house, its sloped back and steep, smooth sides accept my body unquestioningly. ...
What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else’s tub? Why would this experience be dissi... more What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else’s tub? Why would this experience be dissimilar to bathing in your own tub? This essay examines the nuances of bathing elsewhere, focusing on intimacy, place, ritual, and time.
What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else's tub? Why would this experience be d... more What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else's tub? Why would this experience be dissimilar to bathing in your own tub? This essay examines the nuances of bathing elsewhere, focusing on intimacy, place, ritual, and time. I sink into the bath, luxuriating in the heat. Filled to the brim with hot water and bubbles, my tub invites me to linger, empty and refill it with still hotter water, read books, daydream, plot, and scheme. I perform a ritual of cleanliness. I allot time. I run the water. I adjust the temperature. I add bubbles. I add scent. I clean my body. Like wiping a slate clean, I also clean my mind, letting thoughts evaporate with the steam that rises from the surface of the water. I watch my fingers wrinkle. These moments are slow, idle, languorous. There is no hurry. There are few cares. My bathtub is a behemoth: a six-foot iron monstrosity with clunky green legs. Original to the house, its sloped back and steep, smooth sides accept my body unquestioningly. ...
What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else’s tub? Why would this experience be dissi... more What is the lived experience of bathing in someone else’s tub? Why would this experience be dissimilar to bathing in your own tub? This essay examines the nuances of bathing elsewhere, focusing on intimacy, place, ritual, and time.
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