Pandora

A toilet at the end of a corridor or under a town square. It can be the restroom of an airport, a club or a gas station. A variegated and transitory humanity passes through it. It is a place of passage, waiting, meeting place for strangers, an improvised dressing room where you can conjure, hide, let off steam. It is a den for demons, an antechamber, a threshold before a farewell or a baptism of fire. It is not a truer place than the outside, it is just another aspect of being alive; if outside one has to adhere to social norms, to a practice, to play, something is given up inside; it is an amoral space, of suspension, even of great violence and nudity, a common place of the inner self where to expand the spectrum of daily action beyond limits and censorship.