A Photo Essay

easier than a real essay


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Zzyzx. The Sunrise Building. Each room has its own story, its own roster of forgotten former occupants, its own flaking paint and crumbling walls--and its own toilet.

Now, for the first time, the whole world can appreciate the charm of these isolated, abandoned toilets. Forlorn. Proud. Resigned. Cheerful. Each toilet has its own character, its own tale to tell.

Welcome, one and all, to the online home of THE ABANDONED TOILETS OF ZZYZX.




Room one: We start in the southernmost room, the farthest from the main campus. The toilet itself is also huddled in the farthest corner, as if shunned.

shunned



Room Two: The next room shares a doorstep with the first--a doorstep that opens onto the sun rising over the vast white playa. This toilet is somewhat resigned, caring neither about the vista out the front door nor out the window.

resigned

Room three. Cheerful and even inviting, this toilet brings to mind a patient dog awaiting its owner.

think of me always as thy faithful dog

Room Four. The only toilet to still be in its original place in the bathroom, along with the sink. Note the bathroom door in a protective diagonal across the entry--this toilet is stubborn and defensive!

back off, man!

Room Five. This pensive, yet defiant toilet appears ready to jump out the window. Judging by the broken window frame, perhaps it's already tried.

jumping toilet

Room Six. A very matter-of-fact toilet.

It doesn't take crap from anyone!  Wait...

Room Seven. A somewhat reticent toilet; it puts on a good, proper facade, but who knows what stirs deep within?

probably poo.  old poo.

Room Eight. Another pensive toilet facing the corner, as if in prayer. Is it praying for sunlight? or for shade?

the mendicant monk toilet

Room Nine. This toilet looks relaxed, in no particular hurry to get anywhere. It's fine right here by the window, with the detached sink to share the room.

just chillin'

Room Ten. This forlorn toilet broods over the horizontal water streaks on the tank, which used to run vertically, dripping vivaciously to the tile floor. How long have those water stains been there--and how long has the toilet reminisced about better times with them?

How many years ago did the tank overflow?  Seriously, at least like 25 years, right?

Room Eleven. Despite the crumbling plaster scattered around it, this toilet remains hopeful.

more hopeful than the room, at least.

Room Twelve. The last room, now close to the poolhouse. The toilet is frozen in the midst of an intricate dance with a spare tank.

May I have this dance?






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Yes, I will be changing it to tables as soon as I complete some occupational obligations. This default layout kind of sucks.