Okay, so this happens to be a photograph of a bathroom that is very special to me....

After having travelled for over 24 hours in an attempt to return to San Francisco (4 flights completed out of 5, from Vilnius), I was brutally held up in Minneapolis, of all places. Because of a 3-and-a-half hour delay in Amsterdam, I missed my connecting flight out of Minneapolis to SF. In Amsterdam, I was told I would be put up in a hotel room for the night, as per usual in such situations. When I got to Minneapolis at 9:00 p.m. local time, however, having slept very few hours and quite exhausted, I was told a number of depressing things: 1) I did not get a hotel room because the town was full of conventioners; 2) I could try to call this particular number to get a hotel discount, but Northwestern wouldn't pay for it; 3) There are some "cots" upstairs if I wanted to sleep on those, in the airport; and 4) As compensation for my trouble, I would be receiving $10 in food vouchers for the airport and a $50 voucher for future travel. Upon exiting the baggage area, I discovered that there was no food available in the airport at such a late hour, and that the "cots" were in fact shitty blue plastic gym mats, which were available usually only in case of deadly weather events and such. Fortunately I had snuck some raisins and nuts through customs from Vilnius, because otherwise I would have had nothing to eat.

Dirty, exhausted, and pissed off, I became a little unhinged. I needed to get out of the oppressively public, bright space of the airport and gather myself. I found a disabled bathroom (complete with old man's forgotten cane and biohazard container), flipped out for about 5 minutes, took a sink shower, changed, and got myself ready for bed. Then I decided to take a couple pictures of my sanctuary, the disabled bathroom in the Minneapolis airport.

P.S. My new player photograph is from Amsterdam, after I was told I would miss my SF flight...I was way crazier by the time I made it to Minneapolis.