The festival porta-loo; not usually a place of peace. Maybe. Even when rushed and dirty it presents a moment of solitude. Maybe. On this occasion it is surprisingly clean and it feels like a moment of escape from the noise and bustle of the festival outside. One goes in despairing - one comes out relieved and unburdened (psychologically and physically :) I look up at the ceiling and it seems like an ethereal surface - a dome glowing with sunlight that offers hope and sanctuary. I take time to look around. This fabricated plastic mould has been designed - that always amazes me - someone took the time to design this. The walls and the ceiling are patterned and remind me of glossy car ads - but here they are, surely there is no functional purpose? They are purely aesthetic - so someone, somewhere has tried to make the functional maligned necessity of the porta-loo... beautiful :)
And even through their moulded mass-producedness - even the porta-loo can't help but seep out it's individuality. There are cracks and blemishes...
...and new life that survives the brutal industrial cleaning regimes.
But there are some things that don't change... ;-)
