Well for starters, why would anybody write a note on the loo? Maybe to garner an attention of sorts or maybe to experience the epiphany of being liked by others, though on questionable grounds, especially on eccentricity. But I am here to do none, so pardon me. 8 x 12, 50 x 50, irrespective of the size, the loo, however mundane or ironic it may sound, is a sacred place. It is a temple of knowledge and a grey cell treadmill. While one awaits the dropping of the excesses of the stomach, one may read a book, a magazine or a newspaper. Also, this duration endeavored in this secret lair may be spent in wishful thinking, plans to put into practise or talking to oneself; a madness of sorts. To be continued for now I have to flush.