#Toilet

A bidet is a device that sits quietly beside the toilet, wielding water pressure like a sword upon the posterior. It promises cleanliness and comfort to its user, yet sometimes reigns as a tyrant of water splashes in the bathroom. When touted as water-saving, its flow can dwindle to a mere whisper, questioning its very raison d’être. Neglect its upkeep, and you risk an unholy dialogue between skin and nozzle. Despite its civilizing benefits, it enforces the paradoxical ritual of self-drying after the wash.

The toilet is a sacred chamber for humanity’s primal act of excretion, yet treated with utmost disregard. Everyone rushes in in urgency, yet behind the door a silent code of conduct reigns. Once their business is done, visitors pretend it never existed, leaving it to await the next supplicant. The ritual of cleaning in its name is shunned until the revenge of odors emerges. Occasionally, it lays bare the condensation of social inequalities and stress, serving as a tiny social experiment in everyday life.