Have you ever wondered what goes on in your sink's pipes? Imagine all the stuff down there.
A cheerful lady walks about a countertop and falls into the sink. She sinks (pun intended) down the drain and
lands inside the pipeworks. Murky water and hair are everywhere. It's quite shocking the amount of
gunk in here: an unmistakably 80s couch that has become soggy due to moisture, a skeleton key, some food,
and miscellaneous debris. The woman grunts and ahs as she walks by the objects. A ghost lurks in the pipe,
scaring our friend. She is sure-witted and quickly walks past it. Ah, now what's this? A Jacques Lacan poster?
Certainly seems out of place down the tubes. Enlightened by Lacan's quote, she walks past the revolving sun.
How long has she been down here? Does it matter? There is a waterfall of blood and skeletons. Horrifying!
She walks into the waterfall, only to plummet into darkness...
Such is the destiny of all materials discarded into a sink. Obscure, objects that exist only to never be
seen again. Silence reigns supreme, overpowering the distant echoes of cascading currents.