Continuous drizzle is actually quite distressing, the most direct feeling being towels hanging on the wall start to mold. Brown-green, black-gray, or white mold covers the fabric like livor mortis, heralding the complete demise of a towel.
"Sometimes I think men are pretty much useless after the age of thirty-five, and I wish there was a law that at that age, guys are just taken in for euthanasia. Say your goodbyes to your family the night before, let your brothers know, then post a death announcement on social media. Next morning, bathe and dress, cheerfully carrying your favorite belongings on your back, and with drums and gongs, be escorted to the gas chamber. There, sit with your brothers born in the same month and year as you, but dying in the same month and year too, chat for a while, and then watch as pink gas with the scent of high school girls floods in, and with the closing of your eyes, enter the next cycle of rebirth."
