stupid concept today:
One of those bar bathrooms have walls defaced by different people. Phone numbers, people insulting people, brainless writing his name for posterity, "Carlos wants to Vane" ...
One day, an experimental physicist goes in there to pee. While doing all that is fixed in written material y. .. It makes sense! If you successfully to all those letters and all those numbers, is a formula, an equation, a law that responds to everything. There
, on the wall of the bathroom, is solved the riddle that has occupied all the scientists for centuries.
A collective work product of people who knew what they were doing. People simply too drunk or drugged so that for a few seconds, was connected with something else. People who had glimpsed some of the secrets of the cosmos and was immortalized there. And the next day another person in similar circumstances comes to urinate or vomit, and its privileged trance completes what is there. And another person, then another and another and another.
Or maybe what we call fate does converge in the bathroom so many people. Maybe he planned from the beginning of time for someone to write the name of Vanessa at the wall. Perhaps the "v" of the Vane means "speed", you may not be coincidence that writing is just an inch mirror and its reflective properties. Lots of wisdom
unconscious and disjointed sedimented in the temple of urine and shit. Macho and feminist
engaged in controversial debates that would go in one direction or another according to the inscriptions had been found in the bathroom of the boys or girls.
And with more powerful revelations on the secrets of the Cosmos, someone had drawn a cock.
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